Dear Kevin Millar,
I want to like you. I really do. Admittedly, I was ambivalent when the Orioles signed you. I mean, you used to play for the Red Sox, and everyone knows how I feel about them. But that's OK. You had won me over on the Red Sox episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. You'd do for a year or two, I figured. And you're doing a good job proving yourself this spring. You're fun in the clubhouse (I loved the story about putting your cell phone in Bruce Chen's locked--who then put it in Erik Bedard's--and having it go off during a meeting). You're hitting pretty well in ST games (though Daniel Cabrera was wowing everyone last spring, then got completely roughed up in the first game he pitched). And your new teammates seem to like you.
I do have one problem. You keep talking about wanting the Orioles to allow facial hair. No, Kevin. Just, no. This isn't the Red Sox. We don't want a bunch of shaggy idiots running around Camden Yards. We like our boys clean-shaven. I know you weren't at FanFest in January, so you didn't get to see what these guys look like with facial hair. It's just wrong, Kevin. Wrong. Your former teammate Johnny Damon sucked it up and shaved when he joined another team. I don't hear him trying to talk the Yankees into changing their policy. Follow his lead.
Seriously, Kevin. Drop the facial hair issue, and I'll cheer you on as much as I cheer on the rest of my boys. See you on Opening Day!
Kisses,
Barb
P.S. Tell Brian I say hello, and that I'm really happy he took regular batting practice yesterday--ahead of schedule!
Posted by Barb at March 9, 2006 08:28 PM | TrackBack