Just so you know, as part of my work with the late, semi-lamented San Francisco Spiders, I used to handle all the email to the players. Since I can read both French and English, I could let the front office know if threatening mail was being sent.
Anyway, I received email from dirties, the "girlfriend in every port" for one player, and friends of the players, who'd happily recount lost weekends they spent with the players and various female companionship. You'd think that some people might pause before they sent a piece of email to a generic address--guess not.
If for some reason, you're reading this blog, spent some time with a forward line of some minor league hockey team and a large bottle of VO, and you think they harbour any romantic notions towards you, you're wrong. You're that evening's entertainment, and there's more just like you in the next town.
Yeah, that's harsh, but that's the way it is.
Posted by lsefton at September 14, 2003 03:13 PMLOL Laurie! There were some real doozies that came over the transom, eh? I often wondered if these people would write these kinds of things on a post card and send it to the front office...but then I realised, yes, they probably would.
I saw a woman in Starbucks the other day with a Spiders t-shirt on. If it weren't for the random t-shirts, caps and sweaters I see every so often, I'd swear that whole experience was a "Pamela Ewing Dream."
Posted by: vicster at September 18, 2003 07:51 PM