Dear Kevin Kolb:
My Daddy said your boss is mad at you. I think he is mean and fat. And so is your boss.
My daddy used to have a job where everyone was mean, just like you.
My daddy used his talent and ability to get a more gooder job, and now we live in a big house near the beach.
I hope you can use your talent to get a gooder job. I know it is tough.
My Daddy says that you are a good man.
Then he remembered that you promised to play at Oklahoma State, where my daddy went to school. And then you played at Houston, because your friend got a job there.
That makes you a scab, piece of sh-t in my book, you talentless hack.
I wish you nothing but torment. Scab.
Brisa, Age 3