Open Letters

Dear Mr. Michael August Timlin,

Are you hurt kind sir? WELL ARE YOU?!?! You pitched SO well and now you pitch like poo. I hate when you prove me right, start proving me wrong. I'll be SO happy if you do that. It's not good when we know that you're going to give up runs, homeruns to be exact, those suck. You were so cool when I met you and I want to meet you again, and be cool, but I don't know if you will be. All I'm saying is PLEASE find out what's wrong with the pitching. If your hurt, if it's mechinacs, PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF RED SOX NATION, DO THAT!

kthnkxbye,
RSN
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Dear Red Sox Offense,

Thanks for trying your best last night.

Love,
Me
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Dear Julian Taravez,

You're excused. You make me love you with all the quirky things you do. So no complaints, it happens

Love,
Me
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Dear people who won't give me peace for FL,

START GIVING IT TO ME!! I need as much time as possible to relax so that I can babysit the kids.

Appriecated,
Me
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Dear people who that top thing isn't about,

thanks =].

Love,
Me
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Dear Jerry Remy and Don Orsillo,

Last one before I go, thanks for making me laugh last night, especially about Jerry's midlife crisis. I think I'm in broadcast love.

Love,
RSN.