Happy Valentine's Week, McCC

that’s why I post here.

Love, Doug

Dear Pablo Sandoval,
You really got that teddy bear thing going on. And I dig that. Plus, afterwards we could just watch bowling or something.

-Will

While you never let your true name shine through, always hiding behind monikers such as Pacific Bell, SBC, and AT&T, I love you anyway. I love you so much. You make watching an atrocious team bearable. From the stunning views of the bay bridge and east bay hills from the upper deck in right field, to the plethora of delicious food options you offer, to the beauty and grace of a splash-hit, to the statues surrounding you, to the cable car in the outfield, your beauty is a thing to behold. Without you the Giants might not even be our team anymore. They might be playing in that monstrosity they call a baseball stadium in Tampa. But no, because of you, we truly have baseball by the bay. A shining jewel in San Francisco’s crown that most teams can only envy. Especially those barbarians across the water. Even your quirks and errors of the past add to your charm – the water dogs, rusty, those stupid cars that alter the size of the fence in left field, hell even that gigantic soda advertisement – I can’t get mad at you for any of them. Thank you for making a Giants game the best experience in baseball. I can’t wait to spend a lot of time with you this coming season.

Love

WJackalope

Haha, I love the silliness of this thread. Back with my Valentine in a bit.

Dear Brian Sabean,

On this Valentine’s Day I would like to find your head in a box. With a pink bow on top of course!

I heart you always,
John Doe

Dear Giants,
I can’t even count how many times that I’ve promised myself to never write you again but there is something about this time of year that makes me remember the happier summer nights that we have shared. Deep inside I know that as summer turns to fall you will break my heart again but I don’t care. I’m yearning for your sounds and smells. I need to see you. I need to be with you. Even if it means spending another winter cold and alone.

We’ll always have the Summer.

Let’s give it another chance?

Always,
j14

Hmm… where have I read one of those before?

I’ve felt your ass enough, how about turning over?

Love,
the bench

Dear Giants,

I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you during the holidays. I couldn’t be there. I needed to step back & figure out who I am. It wasn’t you, it was me (and your Uncle Sabean, but I won’t get into that again). I apologize for everything I said. I didn’t mean it. You know I’ll always love you. I can’t live without you. No one can love you like I love you.

So can I come home for the Spring?

Love
Kevin

ps. I’ll always be watching you…

Dear Kruk, Kuip, Jon, and Flem,

               Thank you for making this shit tolerable!

                              Sincerely,
                                                NuschlerFace

Dear Pablo,
Though you’ve been in S.F. a short time, you’ve captured my heart and mind with your enthusiasm, your ability, your infectious smile and your appreciation of the fans and the game.

You’re already my all-time favorite baseball player. I can’t rememebr another player who so personafies everything I love about baseball. I’m thankful you’re a Giant and look forward to watching you for years to come.

Love,
Goofus

Dear Giants Players,

I know you don’t mean it.

Love,
Scout6

Dear Mr. Huff,

It’s not personal, it’s business.

/puts a bunch of steroids in his locker

Happy Valentines Day.

Love,
Ishi the Killer

Can I just drunk-dial the Giants for a booty call that night?

Baseball is the love of my life. We married last February and spent our honeymoon in Scottsdale in March. The bride wore a black Giants T-shirt and Old Navy khaki capris. The groom was dressed in red stitch and white leather couture.

So, to the love of my life, I toast to a great second year together. Let’s hope the Giants don’t ruin the matrimonial bliss by losing every Dodgers series in 2010.

YO THIS GOES OUT TO THE GIANTS <3 4EVER YO
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cBtijic5Fk

 You’re still awesome. I apologize for the incompetent jackasses on this team that don’t recognize your talent. You’ll never be Kevin Who to me. Anyway, good luck playing for whoever claims you off waivers this year.

-Gobroks

Brian & Bruce:

Many years ago, we celebrated Valentines with Benedictine & Brandy…B&B as it was called. It was the perfect aperitif to punctuate the evening before retiring, to shall we say, more intimate forms of communication?. But this was many years ago; before the threat of stds. In the intervening years, much has changed, just like much has changed with the Giants, and not always for the good. So on this special day, a word of advice to you both, so that your perfect Valentine evenings will not be spoiled. No matter the temptation to do otherwise, please, by all means practice safe sex and go fuck yourselves.

/Give me back my fucking team!

Dear Brett,

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Love and rockets,
Noah

I was right

At first I read it as Happy Valentines, Weak McCC.

Dear Giants players

Just a little note from me to you.

XOXO Timmeh

Dear Giants:

I don’t hate you nearly as much as all of the other McCoven do.

Kisses,

kdl

What does it matter?

I looked inward and searched my soul for the right things to say. The The first room I entered contained was neat and tidy. There was a stack of crisp new boxes to the left that contained all my my recent memories. I grabbed a few of those; and as Jim Morrison once said, “I walked on down the hall”.

I eventually reached a stairway landing. I stopped and considered for a moment and took the flight leading down. The next long corridor I saw was a little darker and a bit damp. I walked down the long hallway passing doors on the left and right. I stopped briefly at a door with water leaking out of the bottom. The door was labled METEOR. I gave it the finger and picked up the pace.

I finally reached what I was looking for. A huge double door marked GOD. I opened it up and was blinded by the brightness contained therein. The room was filled with leather recliners, dingerz, OBP and playoff appearances. I grabbed a handful of each and quickly retreated.

Back up the hallway (once more stopping to spit on the METEOR door) and quickly up the stairs I once again found the neatly stacked boxes in the first room I had entered. I loaded my take from the GOD room into the boxes and exited my soul.

So, uh…thanks for that.

Dear sexy pregame KTVU saxophone,

I loved you not only for your sensual tones, but for alerting me that the torture of waiting for the game to start was almost over. You signaled the end of boredom, loneliness, and crippling depression.

I want you,
Karl

So now I’ll write this instead.

Dear Zeets,

While I never really reviled you like the entire population of the Bay Area, I had my doubts about your sanity until pretty recently. As near as I can tell, you’re a pretty reasonable guy. You told the New York Times the dyed-hair, seal-barking Barry was a product of your headline-grabbing days in Oakland and it never really was your actual persona. I choose to believe you. The more I learned about you, the more it became apparent that you’re a pretty nice person — a good friend, someone who cares about others. We need a little more of that attitude in the world.

Your three decades on Earth have helped you mature into a good-natured, generous guy that I think still carries some tremendous personal and professional baggage. We all do. It’s what makes us human. You have some amazing qualities, and though perhaps being a music mogul isn’t one of them, I admire you for having the guts to try.

I like you a lot, Barry. Win or lose, you go out there and do the best you can — all any of us could be asked to do. You don’t bitch when it doesn’t go your way, and you maintain humility when it does.

And — why not mention it — your smile kinda makes my heart melt.

Love,

TheLetter2