Dear Seattle Storm:
If you look to the right, you will see a picture of Storm, the cat. Whenever you lose a game, a geyser of tears flows from his little eyes, and he is forced to drown his sorrows in a bottle of organic catnip.
Do you really want to put a cute kitty through all that pain and sorrow?
During the LA game, Storm had to bury his little head in a pillow because he couldn't bear to watch you get your asses handed to you by a team that had something like eight healthy players on its roster.
So please, for Storm's sake, and for mine, beat San Antonio on Tuesday.
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