Dear Twins,
Now, I can hardly be considered a fair-weather fan, and am naturally optimistic by nature.
But this inability to beat the Yankees, is getting pretty tiresome.
I've spent a good chunk of my disposable income at your ballpark. I've worn my victory socks, drank my Grain Belt, and sat in even-numbered seats all season long. Hell, last night, I even sat in Seat 12.
As a result of these and innumerable other sacrifices, I don't think I ask so much. Just win three effing games. I'd be much happier if you'd oblige.
Very truly yours,
The Author
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