A Letter to Brad
Dear Brad,
I love you, and you shouldn't have to pay for a meal in this town for the rest of your life if I have anything to do with it. You were the reason we made it to the promised land last year, and I will never forget that. But how shall I say this gently? You, ahem, are not performing up to your previous high standards, and you are making me age prematurely with your 9th inning behavior. Visions of Mitch Williams are dancing in my head, and not in a good way. I hope you wouldn't mind just sitting in the bullpen and not coming into any more games, please. Thank you!
Much love,
Diana
I love you, and you shouldn't have to pay for a meal in this town for the rest of your life if I have anything to do with it. You were the reason we made it to the promised land last year, and I will never forget that. But how shall I say this gently? You, ahem, are not performing up to your previous high standards, and you are making me age prematurely with your 9th inning behavior. Visions of Mitch Williams are dancing in my head, and not in a good way. I hope you wouldn't mind just sitting in the bullpen and not coming into any more games, please. Thank you!
Much love,
Diana