NOTE: Michael – creator of this blog’s name and logo – makes his debut today. He’s been a Cardinals fan since he was 10 years old, and curses up an epic blue streak whenever the Cardinals lose. And when the Cubs win.
Dear Adam Wainwright,
I think you have great eyes. When you’re staring down a hitter. And a nice form. When you’re throwing a curveball.
I just want you to know, I love you, man.
Really, I do.
Uh, just, uh, not in “that” way, though … I think I’d better stop before somebody thinks they’ve clicked on to “that” kind of blog site.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Uh … Love,
Michael
Awwww … so sweet! Deep inside you, there really ARE sunshine and puppies! Who knew? Chalk it up to that mysterious power of Adam Wainwright. But you’re not alone. He’s mesmerized Carlos Beltran too.
Michael, for the last time, please quit posting your love for me on the internet. And quit sending me all the letters and packages. It was cute at first, what with you asking me how I held my curveball and all, and asking me for a signed picture for your bedroom, but it’s getting out of control. I mean, I got a headache from the card you sent me that was soaked in cologne.
Do we have to call the police?
Again?
Thank you,
Adam
Adam Wainwright’s curve ball gives me chills. In a good way.
Ann, I totally agree!