Daddy has been watching a lot of games this year. He thinks I'm sleeping, but I have been playing careful attention and I decided I like this guy Bryce Harper. What's there not to like. His fur looks like a cockapoos, except the groomer did a bad job. And he runs as fast as a cockapoo, too. It would be like a dream come true if daddy takes me to an actual game to see him. But I don't know if that can happen because of baseball's strict segregation rules. But he's a good daddy and maybe he can work something out.