Another passionate letter to the people who are supposed to keep baseball alive.These are not form letters. These come from the heart. Send yours to
publicrelations@mlb.com
and copy me at hseely@twcny.rr.com. I'll print them.
To whom it will concern:
Clearly you are disinterested in your fan base. Any
romantic thoughts about MLB and it’s history is clearly on those of us who grew
up caring more than you ever deserved.
As with all unrequited love, the pain I feel for the loss
of you is ultimately inconsequential to you. I learned in a basic economics
class as a freshman in college nearly four decades ago that hard decisions are
made by the powers that be with little concern for the consequences felt by the
victims of those decisions. It is now as it’s always been.
With this clear understanding of how your regard me and
those like me, and with a sober and lucid mind I would like to say to you, go
fuck yourselves. I’m done with you.
I expect this will be lumped in with nearly countless
other previous supporters opinions, why wouldn’t it, but I feel better telling
you anyway. My love for this game and it’s history is lifelong. My disgust for
the 30 or so billionaires who benefit from that is practically infinite. The
next 30 who might replace them, if the current group somehow perished in
accordance with my most hopeful fantasy, should join them on their trip to
hell.
Here is to hoping for painful genital cancer for all of
you. May your remaining days be short
and unpleasant.
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3 comments:
Nice sentiments. Fine use of profanity.
I'll give it an "A."
LOLOL
Quality rant but from the heart from a real fan who loves the game and has more passion and deep concern for baseball in their little finger than the billionaires have in their entire pox ridden elitist bodies
I doff my bunnett to you good sir
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