Dear Brad Lidge,
I am so mad at you right now.
No love,
Lara
PS. Remember that time, at that game, when it was you on the mound and me in the bleachers, and I was transmitting you psychic thoughts that said "this is not the ninth inning, it is the eighth! The eighth, I tell you!" Let's try that again... "this is not 2009, it is 2008! '08, I tell you!"
No love,
Lara
PS. Remember that time, at that game, when it was you on the mound and me in the bleachers, and I was transmitting you psychic thoughts that said "this is not the ninth inning, it is the eighth! The eighth, I tell you!" Let's try that again... "this is not 2009, it is 2008! '08, I tell you!"