AN OPEN LETTER TO REGGIE WILLITS

Oh Reggie, how I love thee. It's so nice to see you playing again. With a healthy GA back in the lineup, Matthews in his center, and Guerrero getting usual play in right, we hadn't seen much of you after you kinda lost your streak about midway through this season.

But it's just the middle of the season, you hit when it counts.

But with Matthews' out for a bit with his newly sprained ankle, and with Big Daddy's injured tricep, we've been seeing you much more consistently. I think there's a correlation there. You play every day, you hit more. 3-4 tonight? And a walk? Not too shabby tonight. And a steal- you're doing your job again.

If only you weren't married. With a kid. Dang, my luck sucks.

... Awkward...

... But seriously Reggie, we love chanting your name at Angels stadium. And the more you hit, the louder the chanting gets! Ha! Yes, Yes, I know you're only a rookie, but if you keep this up, you'll be back up at .300 again, where you belong.

Oh, and by the way, I'm still waiting to see you hit your first home run of your major league career. But you better do it on a day I can actually watch. None of this gameday stuff, I mean actually WATCHING. I'd ask you to wait until I'm actually present at a game, but I'll let it slide if it happens while I'm watching TV.

So, all this to say, keep up the good work. It's nice to have you swinging the bat again.

... And keep that little strut of yours :-*

xoxoxoxoxoxoxox,
Stacy

(HAHAHHAHA!!!)

PS: tell The Wall to call me :-)

No, I'm not a player Reggie. It's your fault for being married.