Thursday, September 24, 2009

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,



Blogger Liz K. said...

seriously. that man has become a disaster. I actually TURN OFF THE GAME in the ninth because I CANNOT TAKE IT.

9:55 AM  
Anonymous gus's Granddad said...

Hey, he got 'em out tonight (Monday). Of course, when his teammates only get four hits and make some rookie look like Cy Young, you're not gonna win too many ball games. I'm forgetting about Mitch Williams; I'm starting to remember 1964. I hope they go out and blow Houston away tomorrow and I can laugh about it all, but they look so tight and tired that I'm really worried.

10:38 PM  

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