You were a mistake, Dick Selma.
I was young and rash.
I took you at face value, and I fell for you, with your bright Florida sunshine and the sweet blue piping of your Mets jersey.
But then I got you home, and saw your other side. The side that showed you belonged to the San Diego Padres.
I'm shallow, I know, but this whole Padres thing cooled my ardor considerably.
Look, it's me, not you, OK?
And now this is how the affair ends-- no drama, no harsh recriminations. Just me willing to slip you into a bubble mailer at the first sign of an opening $29.99 ebay bid.
Please forgive my fickle heart, Dick Selma...
