From horse racing in the summer, to Raven’s games in the winter, to O’s games in the fall, to Lax in the spring, at this point everyone else just wants to be us. There’s no getting around it. We have a friggin’ sweet flag. No need to hide it. Just plaster it on a sweet adirondack chair so I can sit in it and eat Berger Cookies. All the while, laughing at you smug bastards thinking you’re the ones that have it good.