Searching for Mookie

Rumor had it that my favorite Met was signing autographs at the Mets Plaza at Citi Field yesterday, so we raced right over to try to find him.

Mookie? Are you down there?

We searched high and low, but we couldn't find him.

We found Jackie Robinson's number . . .

. . . and we found some rain . . .

. . . and we found another Ellie . . . 

. . . it was an Ellie love-fest.

Every day is an Ellie love-fest.

I carried everybody's* Lucas Duda Growth Charts, which filled out my Mets back-a-pack nicely.

(*I still have people's; call me)

Hey! We found a sister!

Holy Moses do I love a sister.

And we found some bus-mates . . .

But mostly, we searched for Mookie. Kathleen and I even left a spot for him . . .

. . . which Mistah filled in nicely . . .

. . . and Johnny Slips kept us in good spirits . . . 

But yet . . . 

. . . and still . . . 

I search for Mookie.