"You're really going to make me do this?" bitches The Reet endlessly throughout the day, "You aren't a real Yankees fan, I guess." I don't need this, I'll go see Tony Joe White at Cafe Nine all by my lonesome. The Reet finally stops whining, agreeing to a pre-concert stop at AJ's for a burger and crab cakes. I think she was thinking she could convince Barry that he should go instead of her. No luck, babe.