Dear Mr. and Mrs. Pavano,

I still think you did a bad job. You had a kid in your house for 18 years and failed to tell him:

• DON'T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL. If someone comes to dinner at your house will they see gross people with food falling out of their mouth?

• The New York Daily News' John Harper today:

"And it's not as if he decided to bare his soul yesterday after finally pitching in a major league game, spring training or not, for the first time since he bruised his buttocks in his one spring training game last year.

Indeed, after throwing two credible innings against the Phillies, during which he surrendered one run,

• Pavano answered questions in the clubhouse for about five minutes, some of them with his mouth full as he ate a granola bar.

An Oprah moment it wasn't.

Yet he offered just enough of a peek behind the curtain to get a sense of the demons he has had to overcome after nearly two years of injuries. At times, in fact, he sounded almost like a recovering addict of some kind, speaking of not giving in to thoughts of injury the way a drug user might speak of fighting the urge to get high.

At one point, Pavano talked about how strange it felt to be on the mound, reminding himself about game-related matters, when someone asked if it was nice to be thinking about such details rather worrying about health-related issues."

$40 million wasn't enough to give this strange animal a conscience. It would've been nice if his parents had taught him some manners.

Sincerely,

Susan Mullen

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