Monday, September 28, 2009

Sorry, Timmy

Dear Iron Mike,

My name is Timmy Reynolds. I am 10 years old and live in Springfield, Illinois. I know you don't know who I am but you ruined my life today. My father apparently has been subscribing to your weekly picks for the NFL. Unfortunatley for you, him, and me, I now have no college fund.

I write you in hopes of persuading you to stop sharing your horseshit football picks with the rest of the world. Yesterday I had dreams of being a doctor, today my father is taking me out to dinner on the dollar menu at McDonald's.

I realize that I am only 10 years old and you have probably been making football bets for longer than I have been alive, but you really suck. I really don't care how much money you lose personally on your terrible picks, but do the rest of the world a favor and keep them to yourself.

Sincerely,

Timmy

P.S. My dad just sold my puppy to the guy across the street.

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