Oh, dearest darling Frenchie. Say it ain't so! You've marred your fresh-facedness with that ugly scruffy crap growing on the side of your face. Now, look, I know that sometimes you silly athletes do crazy things like vow to not change your socks until your hitting streak is over, but you haven't really been doing anything good this season, Francoeur. Your numbers haven't been that great, and in fact, you even went on a little trip to the Minor Leagues. You have no way to justify this scruff. You're perfectly attractive, with a great smile and lively eyes, when you're not stubble-adorned. Dudes like Kevin Youkilis, who are great baseball players but not at all attractive, can pull off this crap on their face. But not you, Frenchie. You look much better clean-shaven. You are too damn gorgeous to be scruffy. Maybe if you shave it, you'll stop striking out so often. Hey, a girl can dream, right?Sidenote: I took in the Phillies/Braves game at Citizens Bank Park in Philadelphia on Sunday--that epic 12-10 game where the Phillies came back from a 5-0 Braves lead to--amazingly--win the game. During the course of this very lengthy game (which included a 2-hour rain delay and then numerous home runs once the tarps were off the field), I took about 70 pictures of Francoeur, to the point where my dad told me I was being mildly embarrassing. Hell, there were 4 Braves fans sitting behind us, and even they seemed uninterested in Francoeur. I was the sole person clapping for Francoeur each time he was up to bat--not that my cheering did him any good, as the best he did was walk (he struck out every other time he was at bat). He's still got a hell of an arm, though--much to this Phillies fan's dismay, he made a couple really nice plays in right field. (It kinda made me want to pounce on him. Rawr.)
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