You're Killing Me Here

I'm a little disappointed in my new boyfriend's performance last night.

Sure, he's hotter than the Midsummer Classic and he plays the corner perfectly. But when he stepped up to the plate after an Eric Byrnes single in the fifth, just to ground into a double play, I felt the need to write this letter.

Dear Conor Jackson,

I'm going to give you two more chances. Going 1-for-4 with 0 RBIs during Game 1 of the NLCS is not going to cut it, buddy.

I need stamina, consistency and -- most importantly -- for you to start swinging the hard lumber I know you can.



Megs said...

He is pretty hot... but he didn't replace your Canadian Crusher did he?

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