Dear Mr. Ross,
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and good health. Tonight’s match up against the Rangers of Texas is a game of great importance, whether you realize it or not. It cannot be stressed enough how vital it is for you to make a statement this evening and conquer Commodore Washington and his Juggernauts of Arlington. We realize the difficulty of this task. We understand the envious feeling you must of have as your compatriots Milone and Parker sunk the feeble offense of the Mariners. We sympathize with you drawing the short straw, and starting in the house of horrors and home runs that is the Ballpark in Arlington. The American League equivalent of Coors Field, Where games last an eternity and end with 12-8 scores. Against the best team in baseball. Against the hottest team in baseball. Against a lineup that won’t quit. Did I mention the 100 degree heat, and the unbearable humidity? Well, there’s that too.
We promise to be behind you, Tyson. To support and defend you when the defense lets you down, as it did last week. But it’s on you to find the strike zone, to keep the ball down, to keep the ball in the park, to give us innings, to keep the momentum in our favor. To give us a chance to win.
Set the bar high for the others Tyson. Do it for your hometown. Do it for Oakland. Do it for the faithful fans, who believe the second wild card is more than a mythical unicorn. Keep us in reach my lanky friend.
The Athletics Nation