say it ain't so, wally

i am so ashamed. my sweet little daughter sleeps w/ a wally doll every night. i gave her the doll myself. accordingly, i am to blame for any psychological distress she and her brother experience over the course of their lifetimes b/c of debacles like this. bob ryan asks "how could it get any worse?" (and that was before they swept us out of our own ballpark and the playoff race today). the answer, mr. ryan, is: by dooming your own children by saddling them w/ these guys. i freakin' knew better. mea culpa, honey. i hope you can find it in your heart someday to forgive me. i'll pay for your therapy.