What's up Doc?
Hey, quit rollin' your eyes. You know you love it! Yeah, well... the doc said that your dad had this crazy idea to write letters to you in case we were... you know... missing you.

Yeah, like that's gonna help-not that I miss you or anything. Don't get me wrong, you're a cool guy and all but you gotta draw the line somewhere.

But when Roz insisted that I write to you, I thought what the hell. It can't hurt, right?

Well, nothing could hurt as bad as watching the Seahawks lose to Dallas last night. Thirty yard field goal attempt; Hawks are up by six points and it lands right in the hands of the Cowboys' wide receiver! Simmons takes the ball and runs it over 50 years for a touchdown! Now the Hawks have absolutely NO chance of making the playoffs!

This stinks! It's total BS!

But Roz says they'll come around. God, I hope so. I can't take this agony for another season. I even cried the other day over it! And if you tell anyone that I cried, you'll be sorry! Got it?

Thank God Roz understood though. I don't know what I would have done if she wasn't around.

Oh... You're probably wondering why I keep mentioning Roz. Well, Doc... I'm in love. Now I know what you're thinking. No way would Roz hook up with me. I couldn't believe it either but it happened. She even gave me my show back! And I didn't have to sleep with her! Note I said I didn't have to. But you know me...

Don't start that crap about how sleeping with the boss is bad and all because I know all about your past with her.

But hey, she came on to me! And don't go thinkin it was the other way around either! What can I say? She finds me irresistible!

Roz knows what she's doing. After all, she's been in the Doghouse before. At first I just treated her like I do other women, but she saw right through that.

I haven't told her I love her yet. Well, I mean I've said it to other women before, but it's always after five or six beers. This time I want to do it right... when I'm sober. Hey, if that ain't love, I don't know what is!

But I've never-what do you shrinks call it? Poured my heart out before. Any advice?

Well, I've gotta go. The Mariner's game is starting.

Your friend,

Bob (Bulldog) Briscoe