I try each morning to make Detroit Tiger’s olde English D in my coffee’s foamed milk. Some days are better than others. But the boys aren’t leading the division. What gives?
“Dear Mr. Leyland. My lucky gazebo project helps our boys win. I would be very happy to continue construction into October. Please supply lumber.
Many thanks. Your faithful fan.
JA
P.S. I love you Brandon Inge!”
By golly, I’ll build an extension. I’ll build an addition. I’ll put in a masonry fireplace.
Hey, that last one is a good idea.
“Dear Mr. Leyland. Please send bricks.
Many thanks. Your faithful fan.
JA
P.S. Please get Placido back from those nasty Phillies”
Good Luck with your letters!
Perhaps the solution lies in the coffee, not the gazebo. Different milk? Different coffee? Or – gasp! – different team? Sorry for the sacrilege, I couldn’t resist.
Ooh. Good point about the milk. I bet that’s it.
And the gazebo luck ran out. I worked on the roof last night, Seattle went ahead in the bottom of the eighth. Alas, so much for my construction plans.
We watched you work on it from our Toronto hotel room. Your efforts are really paying off because it looks terrific.