What if Snoop Accepted E-Mails From Bloggers?

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Maybe after a 4-2 loss in the dayside half of the doubleheader, mine would go something like this (because even after nine straight wins at home, I still find things to complain about)*:

Dear Mr. Manuel,

Maybe next time you can not pitch to Adrian Gonzalez with first base open, two outs, and a .224 hitter on deck?  It would be a lot easier to win if you weren’t giving out runs like they were bottles of Queen Helene Cocoa Butter.

Perhaps Heath Bell wouldn’t need a Wii to keep his weight down if you didn’t make it easy for him to extract his 100th pound of flesh from your organization for fun.

Yours,

Metstradamus

He might e-mail back (after the jump):

Dear Metstradamus,

Do you realize that after the last time you came to Citi Field, the Mets went 9-1 here.  Then you show up again and we lose.  Maybe it isn’t me.  Maybe it’s you.

Stay away from Game 2 or I’ll cut you,

Jerry

My response:

Dear Gangsta,

I’m not the one misusing Jenrry Mejia.

Love,

Disgruntled blogger

Snoop writes back:

Dear stupid blogger,

You notice how immediately after you left our field, the sun came out?

Maybe it’s because God hates you.

Sincerely,

Your manager for life

Okay, that hurt.

*This did not happen.  This is manager/blogger fan fiction.  I hope you figured that out.

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