I can’t imagine the day you left. It was out of left field and baseball was never on your mind…

Hold on. I’ve written so much about how you left, it could be a novel.

Wish I could be more poetic, but you took my job, my cat and left me broke and homeless.

The only thing left for me is the label I never gave you.

You’re a piece of sh*t. Dig holes, fall in them and fu*king die 🙃