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And the Met's broadcast season ends with La Traviata, which reduced of all three of me and my parents to tears, even my dad, which is *really* remarkable, and I am now trying ignore the playoffs, as I am really pissed at the idea of all the top teams *except* Boston getting upset in the first round. Seems every time I try to find a way to enjoy this sport again, the Hockey Gods once again maneuver to ruin it. Tomorrow we go to the horse races, in what is now predicted to be 86 degree weather. Better than the 89 it's apparently supposed to be on Monday! Though right now I can see the clouds gathering outside for the rain tonight. Debating whether or not to tweet my #metfaves for the year, as suggested by the hostess, as that would be letting myself be incorporated into their machine, but it might be fun...