
Dear Tim Connolly,
Hi, this is Shelby. I'd like to start this by saying you look like my stepdad and that's sort of frightening. When I got your autograph at Puck Drop this past September, I was starstruck because you look so much alike. Grow some hair or something, I don't know.
ANYWAYS. Onto business matters.
A broken rib, huh? I can understand why you didn't want to let that out to the media. Then again, is that really musculoskeletal? What the hell? Lindy agrees with me that you had a reason to feel uncomfortable about saying that. People probably think you're a wuss right now.
Listen, I've never had a broken rib or any broken bones in my life. I can't begin to imagine how much that hurts. I can only hope you come back soon, but I know when you hit the ice again, you'll get another injury. A groin pull. A hip problem. Back spasms. Because you're Tim Connolly. The Tin Man.
I wish I could say you'll still be here next season - but don't count on it, buddy.
Sincerely,
Shelby
(Oh, and I know I have a picture of Danny Paille at the top of my post, but only because the face he's making is adorkable! Aw, Pie. <3)