Please Stop Sending Max Muncy Letters So He Can Get To The 2nd Floor Of His Home

Dodgers infielder Max Muncy has been taking some heat for this frame from his Instagram story:

And a lot of the responses to it were along these lines:

They were saying he was a jerk, that it wasn't that big of a deal, etc. And I'll admit, even I thought the wording was smarmy & borderline arrogant at first... but when I saw the follow up & let it marinate for a minute I can see how the gent was upset about it. 

It's all fun & games until your family is involved, and seeing how fired up some people got over a simple Instagram story makes it even easier to sympathize with Muncy. I wouldn't want those nuts knowing where my loved ones lived either.  

::cue that sappy synthesizer keyboard music that plays when Uncle Jesse gets serious to teach the kids an important lesson::

Ya know, Michelle, I think it's easy to forget that the athletes we look up to are still human beings, too. And that making more money or having cool opportunities (from hard work) doesn't magically make them care about special people in their personal life any less, or negate any worries about detractors. 

They're allowed to have emotions & share feelings just like us, and sometimes their tone seems to miss the mark a little bit, just like you missed at tee-ball today when Kimmie Gibbler made a funny noise as you swung. So I don't know why you came at Mark Muncy like that on Twitter when you know how it feels, Michelle. I'd like to personally invite him to my next concert with The Rippers now, but after what you said I'm not sure he'll accept. You were straight up out of pocket. 

You need to stop acting like your shit don't stink, Michelle. For real. The guy was worried about his family, already had the stress of knowing his home address got leaked, and then had the extra stress of coming home after a nice break to a very visual reminder that his address got leaked. So. back. thee. fuck. off. Michelle. 

Like no offense but Jesus H. Christ. Beyond tired of your shit. Your dog Comet dies in S7 because he's so tired of your shit.

Sorry to include all that but what a great episode it was. Crazy that it ties right in decades later. That show was timeless. 

Anyways, I know that the fans who mailed things meant well and it appears he knows that, too, but hope everyone takes his word that he'd like things to go to the main office from now on. Also, if it's something fancy and expensive please just go ahead & send it to me at Barstool HQ and I'll make sure he gets it. 

All that being said, we're cool now, right? Cool.