this letter will probably come as a surprise to you, since only days ago i was hyping you as a guy deserving of a rookie-of-the-year nomination. well, you might be the league leader in hits (a statistic, i might note, that is rarely considered for year-end trophies like the calder) but i'm afraid it's this exact skill that has turned my veneration to vitriol.
the news today that mark giordano will undergo season-ending surgery came as a crushing blow to both me, my blogging peers, and my team ---a blow that probably feels an awful lot like the one gio experienced when you lined him up between your speeding body and the boards. even though it was presumeably a clean hit, and you were "just doing your job," the outcome has me reeling.
there is no question that your name and aggressive nature make you a crowd favorite, and the folks supporting your team can't help but adore your enthusiastic style of play... but this time you've gone too far. breaking my favorite player was simply not necessary... especially when that injury will likely initiate the return of the blueliner i most despise...
perhaps the awkward hit was born out of envy; i love gio ever so much more than i ever really cared for you. but cal, there was honestly enough adulation and respect to go around.
where once i got a good giggle out of you and your supporters, i now curse the ice you skate on...
watch your back, mister.