Danny!

Danny, what happened?

I told everyone that you'd be different this year. That the last couple of years were more about a disagreement in philosophy with your coach. About too-heavy expectations. I told them they'd see that with a little less pressure and the right instruction, you could flourish.

It was nice in the beginning Danny. You and I went bowling at the arcade. Then there was the time we went strolling, and drank lemonade. And you became the winningest pitcher on our team along the way. You even had a special sidebar in our little world dedicated to you. 

But lately, Danny, something's different. It's like you've changed completely. You keep hanging out with those other guys. You keep leaving your fastball up with no movement. You're hitting people with your pitches again.

I asked what happened to the Danny Cabrera I met in April, and you said, "Well I do not know. Maybe there's two of us. Why don't you take out a missing persons ad? Or try the yellow pages, I don't know."

It hurt, Danny. It hurt bad. I'm going back to Australia soon, and I may never see you again.

But please, don't prove me wrong. Bring back the Danny I fell in love with. I don't want to wind up saying that you're a fake and a phony and I wish I never laid eyes on you!