I'll See You In October, With A Gun

Perhaps the only positive development in the past few years for newspapers in this country has been the growth of the Departing Athlete Ad, in which the ex-wearer of the laundry tells the people just how much he's appreciates the past X years.

Pat Burrell's entry into the field is below, and on some level, I'm disappointed. What an opportunity has been missed here. Where's the bitterness towards the losers who booed him, the organization that chose to replace him with a left-handed hitter who is four years older than him, or, if nothing else, one last jibe into how much he enjoyed unleashing holy hell on the choke artist Mets? If nothing else, tell us how much you're going to miss freezing your ass off in the crappy Philly weather, or how you're so happy to have finally made some real money from a team that knows how to reward a star like you.

C'mon, Pat. Show a little originality.



Boo, Pat, boooooo.... you could had been so much better. Now, when Jim Eisenreich left, *his* letter was great!