I'm remembering that a number of years ago I got an email from someone trying to sell me Marlins season tickets. I replied to him in an uncharacteristically caustic manner managing if I recall to insult him, his organization, the league, the commissioner, the nearest school crossing guard, you know, anyone I could think of. I must have been in a poor mood.
Anyway, after a while he writes me back and says that everyone in the office loves my message and that he's printed it out and posted it up wherever they post shit like this and can he call me? Sure, I say, amiable as ever. So he does. In the pursuant conversation he mentioned that he and JD Martinez are childhood friends and that JD's a great guy and that he expected great things from him. At this point everyone still thought of JD as a fourth outfielder on a mediocre team. Well, I said doubtfully, good luck to him.