Open Letter to Anonymous: You Rat! You Accuse Us of Undermining the Yanks, and You Were Talking to Selena

Dear Madam or Sir,

You suck.

Get it? You stink. You putrify. You swallow. You are dung, manure, spam, garbage, three-day-old refried Alpo. You are swine flu.

When I look back on the hurtful comments you have left on his blog -- you accused me of being anti-Yankee, you accused me of misspelling Jonathan Albadejejo, you accused me of being tedious (with little smart-ass lines at my expense) -- and today I read in The Times that you -- YOU! you bastard! -- were feeding information to Selena Roberts all along.

This is what it says:

Many of the assertions in the book are based on anonymous sources. Others are presented without an explanation of how the information was obtained.

Dirt whore! That's what you are! Dirt whore! You twitter around, leaving comments here, acting like you read the site, acting like you actually care... then you call Selena to spill the goods on Arod!

Did you ever think I might be interested in dirt on Arod?

Did you ever think I might want to buy a boat?

Frankly, Anonymous, this hurts. It cuts deep. You see, I thought we had a thing. I thought we knew each other. Yeah, you said crazy things. I figured it was you, being you... Anonymous. Hell, you're madcap! you're wild! you got that mystery thing going!

Now, I find you were in the sack with Selena all along. You two were probably at the keyboard, laughing at me -- not with me, at me -- and God knows what you were doing with your free hands.

You make me sick.

From now on, say what you want. But remember this:

Everybody knows who you are.