Letter to the Editor

Somebody tell Verlyn Klinkenborg to stick to his I'm a modern day Thoreau routine who, unlike you overstimulated and underfulfilled readers of the New York Times, has time to appreciate a fucking leaf falling off a tree.

Today's op-ed reads like a Hallmark card full of feces:

So the world is a complicated place, and in our own lives — if you allow yourself to love or hope at all (Jesus, spread it on a bit thicker Verlyn) — we are going to have real chances to grieve for things that will make this loss feel like nothing.

But right now it feels like something (thanks). Life’s true griefs will eventually make you tougher, more understanding, more tolerant, more compassionate. If you let them, they’ll teach the proportions of human happiness (thanks again). Perhaps that’s the real beauty of sporting grief, even after a season like the Mets just had. It doesn’t ask you to grow as a human being (VK, eat a heirloom dick).