If you are a Mets fan, very little good came out of the series last week against the Padres in San Diego. In addition to being a Mets fan, I am a Clinton supporter. The two things have been feeling pretty similar lately. The first game was on Thursday, when I was hopeful about the Mets chances to turn their season around, and fairly certain that Hillary Clinton was out of the race. On Friday's game, something stuck out to me. Sitting just to the first base side of home plate was a man wearing a shirt with a big, red, white, and blue 'O' on it. 'Man,' I thought to myself, 'they're everywhere.' I was mad about it, because 'they' had also beaten Hillary Clinton, and she was my candidate.

Saturday, I listened to a certain speech. And that night, I watched the Mets game.

Same seat, same shirt. I smiled to myself, we really are everywhere. Friday that shirt had been like a needle digging into me. But Saturday night, it was like the gap in the back of my jaw where my wisdom teeth were. It's a reminder of old wounds, but it sure feels good to have the pressure off.

On Tuesday, I volunteered for Hillary in NYC. It was an incredible experience and one that I want to share with everyone here.

At 8:30am I went to the home of a councilwoman who has endorsed Hillary and lent her home out as a volunteer station. I went in the door and was immediately welcomed happily by the enthusiastic staff. I signed in and asked where they wanted me. The volunteer coordinator gave me a list of options and was willing to give me a choice of where I wanted to be and I told him, send me where you need me most, don't worry about me. So he did.

I went to a polling place in Morningside Heights for the morning.