About 15 minutes later - I hear the oven door pop open.
Out pops the turkey. And the turkey immediately begins to explain to me that he is a Mets fan - and that I shouldnt cook him for our family feast - given his love for the Mets.
I listen patiently. Take the turkey out of the oven and place him on the stove top. I ask him a few Mets questions - he answers all incorrectly. But I play it cool.
Then I go into the garbage can and pull out the wrapping that the turkey came in.
It says: "Born and Raised in St.Louis"
I go back to the turkey - still without letting on. I raise one of his wings. The turkey has a tattoo.
The tattoo says: "Yadier-2006"
Bye bye turkey.
That turkey is getting eaten - soon.
