​Dear Readers,
As all of you know—because you follow sports, know how to read, and are aware that California, the state, exists--my St. Louis Rams have fled my hometown, the New Rome, the place that made me what I am today for the glitz, glam, and "liberal propaganda" of Hollywood embodied by every celebrity besides the woman who played "D" in Clueless. As all of you also know—because if you clicked on the link on my Facebook page that took you here then you have, regrettably, clicked on a similar link that took you to a similar place at least once before—I have written about this event, or the possibility of it, Ad nauseam. I have dreaded this day, and cursed the man who brought it to my doorstep, through much of my recent past. I have spent the year of 2015 in a constant state of emotional oscillation. Sad one day. Pissed the next. Full of hope in some random moment. Then shattered and broken out of nowhere; shaken in disbelief just like that.

Author's Note: This week I was featured in a local news story reading a letter I had written to Roger Goodell and 31 of the 32 NFL Owners in response to Enos Stanley Kroenke's blatant attempt to circumvent NFL rules and regulations in moving his franchise from St. Louis to Los Angeles, as well as his utter and complete disregard for the city his team has called home for the past 2 decades showcased in this relocation proposal he submitted to the league office filled with half-truths, outright lies, and pompous douchebaggery about the town that I call home. Here is the full text of that letter which, perhaps regrettably, is far longer than the 2 sentences I was allowed to read on television.

Spoiler Alert: Some of the content may sound familiar to the very few regular readers I currently possess, but this was an honest attempt to sum up my feelings and thought process in the most efficient and truthful manner possible. Thank you for reading, and thank you for supporting our efforts to Keep the Rams in St. Louis.
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