Dear Roger,
There are some who don't want you to return to Boston. They want to see you fail. They want to see you enter a playoff atmosphere in Fenway Park, Game Seven, series on the line, and fail, like you always do. They want to laugh and delight in your misery, in the cementing of your legacy as the biggest playoff choker in Cooperstown. They want you to prove, once and for all, that you're a six-month wonder who can't be relied upon. They think you're some kind of gutless, cowardly choke artist who rode the coattails of his Yankee teammates to his only World Series rings.
Don't let those other people say that about you. Your legacy is already cemented! How much more can you be asked to do? Retire, and enjoy teaching your children how to look after blisters and hangnails. Safety first!
Love,
J. Linwood Doucette
P.S. I hate you.
There are some who don't want you to return to Boston. They want to see you fail. They want to see you enter a playoff atmosphere in Fenway Park, Game Seven, series on the line, and fail, like you always do. They want to laugh and delight in your misery, in the cementing of your legacy as the biggest playoff choker in Cooperstown. They want you to prove, once and for all, that you're a six-month wonder who can't be relied upon. They think you're some kind of gutless, cowardly choke artist who rode the coattails of his Yankee teammates to his only World Series rings.
Don't let those other people say that about you. Your legacy is already cemented! How much more can you be asked to do? Retire, and enjoy teaching your children how to look after blisters and hangnails. Safety first!
Love,
J. Linwood Doucette
P.S. I hate you.
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