Salt in the Wound
Just minutes ago, I did not think I could feel any worse about the sobering reality of VY in Nashville. I now realize I was wrong. Loyal H-Town Sports reader (and Dallas Cokeboys apologist) Ted B. opted to ratchet up my anguish via a personalized "gift" just delivered to my office.
The gift? A Tennessee Titans hat, accompanied by the following note:
"Dear Tim-
I and the fine people of Tennessee would like to thank you for your kind gift of Mr. Vincent Young this draft weekend. Please accept this small token of appreciation from a generous supporter of Houston athletics.
Cheers-
K.S. "Bud" Adams, Jr."
You're a dead man, Ted. I don't know how and I don't know when, but I shall have my revenge. I'll begin plotting said comeuppance as soon as I stop this infernal weeping.
The gift? A Tennessee Titans hat, accompanied by the following note:
"Dear Tim-
I and the fine people of Tennessee would like to thank you for your kind gift of Mr. Vincent Young this draft weekend. Please accept this small token of appreciation from a generous supporter of Houston athletics.
Cheers-
K.S. "Bud" Adams, Jr."
You're a dead man, Ted. I don't know how and I don't know when, but I shall have my revenge. I'll begin plotting said comeuppance as soon as I stop this infernal weeping.
posted by Anonymous | 3:32 PM
1 Comments:
Playing on my crappy softball team will be the least of your concerns, Ted. I will end you for this little prank.
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