TO MY BELOVED SON. I KNOW YOU WERE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE BALL GAME. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF TWO BROTHERS COULD TAKE THEIR SONS TO THE BALLGAME LIKE NORMAL FOLK. BUT, WE DO NOT COME FROM NORMAL FOLK. YOUR GRANDPA MADE YOU CRY BECAUSE HIS YOUNGER BROTHER SHAT ON HIM ALL HIS LIFE. WHY? BECAUSE THEIR FATHER AND UNCLES SHAT ON EACH OTHER ALL THEIR LIVES. I NEVER WANTED TO PLAY THAT GAME. BUT WHEN I HEARD YOU CRY SO HARD ASKING ME WHY YOU COULDN'T GO TO THE GAME, I HAD TO TELL YOU THAT YOUR UNCLE TOOK THAT AWAY. WHY? BECAUSE THE NEED FOR FAME AND FORTUNE DESTROYED ANY HUMAN DECENCY IN OUR FAMILY. I DESPISE HOLLYWOOD WITH ALL MY HEART. BUT I'LL TELL YOU ONE THING, BELOVED SON, I WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN. WE'RE STILL GOING TO SEE THE DODGERS KICK THE GIANTS ASS. AND, EVEN THOUGH IT'S SHORT NOTICE, THEY'LL BE GREAT SEATS TOO.