Dear Mets,
We've been together for a long time. Through a lot of bad times and a couple of good times, but after the last few years, I just need my space right now. It's not me, it's you.
I continually pour my heart into this relationship, but am getting very little in return. We've gone on so many dates where the date started well, we were having a great time and then you did something at the end to completely ruin the date. I just don't know if I can handle these long, drawn out dates where you raise my expectations and then by the end of the date, I'm left with a long lonely ride home.
I spend tons of money on your tickets, your parking and your merchandise. $35 hats, $200 jerseys, $200 MLBTV packages... Yet I still feel unfulfilled. Incomplete. Empty. Used.
I'm not ready to see other teams just yet, but until you're ready to fill your end of this relationship, I need some time to myself.
Sincerely,
Art Vandeleigh
Saturday, June 13, 2009
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I spent about two hours after the game last night playing Grand Theft Auto. Rather than take Charlie's advice and kill myself, I created video game carnage.
It was quite cathartic.
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