A place for open letters to the good people of the world.

Dear UT,

Hanover's team had only 7 players so the dads (ages 54 and 46) of 2 of the players played in right and left field. Good thing the 16-year-old center-fielder brought the median age of the outfield down to 38.6 years old.

Hanover had a 9-2 lead after 2 innings, but Lebanon scored the final 12 runs of the game.

Good times.

Xan

 

That is sweet.

 

Dear Moddy,

I'm pretty sure I'm going to vote for you for President. I realize it'll be a write-in, which aren't allowed in the state in which I'm registered to vote, but unless someone new and amazing steps up to the plate, or Obama knocks my socks off sometime in the next year, I'm pretty sure you're my candidate.

I hope this doesn't trouble you.

Regards,

UT

 

Dear Beetus,

Explain the situation to him and then report back to us on how it went. I'll get the popcorn!

Sincerely,
Tommy_D

 

Dear Back,

I know you got sun-burned and all, but could you please stop peeling now? Every time I scratch you I get what looks like grated cheese stuck in my finger nails.

Thanks,

WB

 

Dear Board,

Send any spare patience you may have in my direction. I've long used up any I might have possessed.

Thanks in advance ...

SM51

 

Dear Sam,

I used up mine with a swim mom over the weekend. Sorry.

Cadet

 

Dear Scum,

If I ever see you buy groceries with government subsidy (food stamps), then make your way to the parking lot and put your bags into the trunk of a FUCKING LATE MODEL MERCEDES, I will shoot you.

Fishwrapper.

 

Dear MysteryMeat,

You deserve a prize. The nouning of verbs makes you a winner in my book.

"Reek of fail" and "buttercream and win" are my new favorite phrases, and I am pushing my friends toward using fail and win as nouns.

You are a legend.

UT

 

Fishwrapper,

Is that a hypothetical? Doesn't make sense. Did you see it? If so, did you shoot them?

Also, how do you know "Scum" wasn't borrowing his or her grandma's car?

WB

 

Legit. Happened about 6 a.m. this morning.
I had some eggs, bread and some Tylenol Severe Cold because my head felt like it was going to blow up (due to a nasty summer cold).
Without slinging, let me top it off by saying, he was not native to this great country. But, apparently, knew how to work this great country.

 

Dear Ghost of Mozart,

Thank you for composing music that still has stood up over the centuries and infiltrates the musical soul of souls,

and Dear George Vescey,

Thank you for writing a fantastic piece in today's New York Times sports section about Mets fans marauding the highways to travel to Phila for the weekend series.

Listening to one form of art while reading another form or art made for one of those 15-minute stretches in time — before today's polo match in Quechee — that makes life the glorious thing that it is.

Sincerely,
Satisfied Songbird