If you don't know, now you know...
Vernon Wells, my hero, batted four times last night. Each time he walked up to the plate, I was on my feet, showering him with love and adulation, and urging those around me to do the same. For one night, Vernon Wells was loved. For one night, the Vernon Wells Hatred Advisory System was put away.
Two young Blue Jays fans, about three rows down from me, are today converts to the Church of Vernon Wells. Thanks to my exploits, they believe.
Vernon Wells heard me last night. There's no doubt about it.
And, on an aside, what the hell has happened to our Roy Halladay? My heart weeps.