Dear SSS-

I got your letter, and have to admit, I was totally taken by surprise.  I mean, we had a lot of good times together, didnt we?  I mean, the World Series, for christsakes?  Doesn't that matter anything to you? 

Yeah, I read you loud and clear- I am too proud to try and beg, but I want to point out a few things you may not have considered, in all your collective Baseball Wisdom:

1- You called me, remember?  And what did I do for you, when you needed me? .304 BA, 2 errors...   TWO!  sure, I may have played some balls badly, but hey, who else were you going to get?  You want to have Ramirez as your leadoff hitter?  Puhleezee....   I have a 1.8 WAR, for crying out loud, while your precious Q had a -0.5 WAR.. You really think you are better off with him than me?

2- I told you I had figured the health thing out, and this season proved it: I know how to keep myself healthy,, and the beating I took on the basepaths is proof of that.   All those late and miss-timed slides would have broken a lesser man (Hows Quentin doing, btw?  You see JD throwing himself around like me?  I dont think so...)  I have gotten more gloves to the face than any other player in MLB (except Nick Punto, maybe), and it was all for you, SSS, all for you.

3- My wife... you wont have her to Ogle anymore, ok?  Keep your Damn eyes to yourself, Mister, and no more google image searches!!!

4- You want to get a Free Agent and replace me?  good freaking luck- Worked out well for Milton Bradley and the Cubs...  have fun with that process.  

5- I get on YOUR nerves?   Really?  of all the crap things about this club this year, I am the person you single out to spurn?  Really?  Do I have to actually say the names, Linebrink, Colon, Contreras, Dye, Quentin?  Hell, even Jenks let you down more than I did this year, and you say you are tired of me? Really.... well, you can take your precious savior and shove him up Jenks prodigious ass for all I care.

6- I'll go now... Back to Milwaukee where they dont crap all over their MVP.

Have a good 2010- Hope you choke on it.   And next year, dont come crying to me, telling me you made a mistake, you were wrong...  I am not even going to pick up the phone- I will just hit delete on the voicemail.

And, from now on, it is MR. Podsednik to you.