An Open Letter To Jake Plummer and his Mustache part 2

Dear Jake Plummer,

My name is Justin Robinson. I am an unfortunate and tragic fan of the Atlanta Falcons. You may or may not have heard, but currently our franchise qb is in prison. and we just went through a season where Joey Harrington and Byron Leftwich were our best options. as it stands i think Chris Redman was our last starting qb (yeah i don't know who that is either). our coach quit and took the Arkansas job and we hired some guy i've never heard of. apparently there are some people in the Falcons organization who would like to waste our first round draft pick on some QB who played for Boston College last year named Matt Ryan. i believe this to be some kind of an evil conspiracy being created by the elitist East Coast Media trying to push an overrated college qb who threw 19 interceptions on my poor Falcons so that we remain the laughing stock of the league. We were just wondering if it would be at all possible to get you to come out of retirement and get Tampa Bay to trade you north to Atlanta. I have followed your career since your senior year at Arizona State where you lead the Sun Devils to a Rose Bowl appearance. You were one of the most exciting players in college football. Running around like a fool and making amazing plays and earning the nickname Jake The Snake (well that was already someone else's name...but who cares). Bill Walsh even called you "the next Joe Montana". unfortunately you spent your early years in the NFL tearing it up for the Cardinals and performing amazing feats such as throwing a pass with your left hand and getting leveled by linebackers after your 4th interception of the game. but still you were totally awesome to watch and if i am gonna be asked as a fan of the Falcons to endure another losing season, I'd at least like to have a QB behind center who could make me care about the fact that yeah we were gonna lose...but goddamnit we were gonna fucking lose with some style. Jake Plummer, Atlanta Needs You. And Your Mustache.

thanks.

your pal,

justin