Why is it so important to you to own the Dodgers? I can understand if your jousting is intended to burn your husband good, and make his days miserable; I get that. What you have failed to realize is that you are tearing up the fans, the most loyal of which, whom actually pick up these articles (like Plaschke's letter to you both), and know what's going on. Maybe everyone else doesn't care, their lives in the greater Los Angeles area much more important than caring who takes the field at Chavez Ravine. For me, nothing could be further from the truth. When I get home after a long day of work, I love to pop a bottle of wine, and turn up the volume, letting the soothing sound of Vin Scully's voice invade the room. After a couple of sips, my stress begins to ease, and I become relaxed. What is most important, what makes all this possible, is the hope, the passionate hope, that this dugout of Dodgers is good enough to take us to the Promise Land! Back when Eric Karros was our best player, the Dodgers were deplorable, and that hope was never realized, and would never be, with O'Malley or Newscorp at the helm. With you and your husband Frank, however, our dreams became reality - could you imagine it? Manny Ramirez in Dodger Blue? What an amazingly beautiful dream. And how that wine tasted better! Vin was still announcing our games (at home at least), and we had a power couple just behind the Dodger's batting circle. We could call your names as fans, and you would turn, and wave, honoring us in return. What a glorious state of Dodger affairs!
The future is so bright, where everything else in the nation seems so bleek! We have serious Iran concerns, North Korea will probably retaliate with nuclear weapons for our military exercises (though everyone's too damn distracted with their American lives to notice), our economy sucks, our education is going down the tubes thanks to our spending money in Iraq and Afghanistan, as opposed to here, developing our nation. Don't even get me started on public works! So, with all these miseries (and obviously many more), we still had something to celebrate! We had these Dodgers to come home to, with you guys in the front row, steering the one damn ship in this world with a steady course.
So please, stop with the battle. Nestle back into your seat, divorced or not. And I know, it's not McCourt anymore. You're just Jamie — , whatever your maiden name is. We'll stop calling you McCourt. Sorry. But please, please, realize that you're hurting the fans - I know your beef is not with us, but rather him. I know you don't want to hurt us, but he needs to burn in hell. But please notice what will happen to this team as soon as this team is sold: our future will fall in line with the rest of this nation, players will be sold, aged worthless veterans bought, and we'll toil once more through the decades until another beautiful power couple comes along and brings shiny smiles to all our faces. You already have the power - don't you see that? Take a minority stake if need be, that way you can always jab him with a needle in his side. Either one of you, no matter how this divorce ends up, could immediately following fly to the Caribbean, and live for a whole year or two on vacation. Do you know how we would all kill for that? You are rich, and are going to be rich no matter what. Please, for a minute out of this grueling process, think of us.