Most of us Cubs fans were very ticked off that you did not get a contract extension before the season started. We felt you had earned it. We didn't want to lose you. As the season started and you started to kick major ass, we were happy for you and still worried that we'd lose you. The ghost of Greg Maddux was hovering over Wrigley. After your ginormous contract was signed, we didn't poo-poo the fact that you now make far more money than we'd ever see AND that we have to pay outrageous ticket prices to see you in person. No, we were happy that we'd have you for the long run.

Personally, I love your style. I love that you love to hit & run the bases (althou, you really should pay attention to the 3rd base coach, that's why we have him) unlike the lil baby AL pitchers who hide behind the DH.

But yesterday, yesterday...you just sucked ass, my friend. As I said, I love your energy for running the bases, but come on...you're not Soriano and you should have stopped at 3rd. 1st mistake. I love that you try to field like Maddux, but too often you get just a fraction of a hand on a ball and the runner is safe. Then came all the walks...and of course, the runs.

The fact that the fans were booing was a message to you. A simple message. Get your act together. I thought that your hand gestures as you left the field was telling us that you understood. That you realized that yes, you aren't pitching your best and that you heard us. I gave you many kudos...until I saw you after the game:

'I don't accept the fans booing at me,'' he said. ''I thought these fans were the greatest in baseball, but they showed they just care about themselves. That's not right. When you're struggling, you want to feel support. I'll remember that. I know there will be great moments in my career [to] come.''

If we only cared about ourselves, we wouldn't be there cheering, we wouldn't be watching until the bitter end yesterday's game. We care about winning. We care about the fact that the Brewers & Cards LOST their games before we imploded yesterday. It's September and there's little time for screwing up. Especially against a team that we just might see in the post-season.

In closing, I want to be very clear on one thing. I love ya you crazy fool! I want to see you carry us to the World Series. I want to see you hoist that trophy up. I want to cry my lil heart out as I see you go past me during the celebration parade. But booing is part of the game, especially when you pitch the way you have the last month.

Love your BFF,
Roni

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