Worst. Halladay. Ever.

Dear Mr. Ricciardi:

I hope this letter finds you well. As can be anyway, given the state of affairs surrounding the shell of a baseball team that you are currently fielding.

You see, sir, don't f*** with me.

Again, that is. You lied to your own freaking fans by acting as if nothing was wrong with B.J. Ryan in the preseason, then following that up by acting like presenting something that isn't false does not qualify as a lie as long as you know the truth. Um, sir, that's not a good line. No one north of the border bought it, and I, for one, was just insulted.

Hence the news that Mr. Halladay will be heading to the disabled list. I suppose you think that appendicitis is just some accidental, fluke type thing that fits in line with what's streaming through your clubhouse right now, right? Well, sir, wrong.

Please stop lying to your fans. And no, I don't care who's protege you are.

Yours Truly,

Karma

P.S. That shit that Vernon Wells pulled was hilarious. Holler at him for me.