Hey D-Rays blogstituents. Long time listener, first time caller. You probably notice that I'm calling from the 904. Hailing from Duval; home to the Jaguars of Jacksonville and that methlab explosion that you heard on the local news. Not sure about your local news, but our's includes a leather faced newscaster who cheated on her sports reporter husband with the leather faced meteorologist, all of whom still work the 11PM news each night.

Enough about the First Coast. I'm here to talk about you, the Rays fam. I respect the ways of the Tampa Bay. How you hosted the Republican National Convention. Listening to Newt Gingrich's grand speeches about family values on his moon colony in the day, while cleaning up the mess he made in the champagne room the night before. That my friend, is first class hustling.

I've been a Rays fan for several years now. I love the JoeMa. I wish the Montgomery Biscuits were Jacksonville's MiLB team. I love the scrappy young teams that always surprise. I most of all admire you, the loyal TB fan who has to sit through stadium and relocation talks. Trust me, I know the feeling. Stay together as Rays fam. You'll make it. In the Jags fam, we call each other uncles and nephews, which was made famous by our Uncle Chaps. If you go anywhere, tell them Uncle Chaps sent ya.

Anyhow, I'll be around in these parts of the internets. Catch me on Twitter @JagsTom or you can see me making an ass of myself at the Spanish Language Commentary section over at the Big Cat Country blog.

GO RAYS!