Dear Tiffany, I know you wrote the letter. The only way you could beat my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself. Thank you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck. - Pat
The first night that Pat and I met at my sister’s, the Eagles beat 49ers handily, 40 to 26. The second time we got together we went for a run and the Phillies beat the Dodgers 7 to 5 in the NLCS. The next time we went for a run, the Eagles beat the Falcons 27 to 14. Why don’t you think about when the Eagles beat the Seahawks,14 to 7? He was with me. We went for a run. There have been no games since Pat and I have been rehearsing every day. And if Pat had been with me like he was supposed to, he wouldn’t have got in that fight, he wouldn’t be in trouble, maybe the Eagles beat the New York Giants!
Sometimes it’s okay with girls like this, they wanna have fun, and sometimes it’s not. Because they got a broken wing, and they’re hurt, and they’re an easy target. And in this case, in this particular case, I think that wing is being fixed, my friend. And you gotta make sure it gets mended. And you’re gettin’ in the way of that right now, okay? Because she’s sensitive and she’s smart, she’s artistic. This is a great girl, and you gotta be respectful of that.
“The only way you could meet my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself. Thank you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck. Pat.”
”(…)I still have a woman in my arms who has suffered greatly and desperately needs to believe once again that she is beautiful. In my arms is a woman who has given me a Skywatcher’s Cloud Chart, a woman who knows all my secrets, a woman who knows just how messed up my mind is, how many pills I’m on, and yet she allows me to hold her anyway. There’s something honest about all of this, and I cannot imagine any other woman lying in the middle of a frozen soccer field with me—in the middle of a snowstorm even—impossibly hoping to see a single cloud break free of a nimbostratus”- Silver Linings Playbook
“Dear Tiffany. I know you wrote the letter. The only way you can meet my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself. Thank you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck. Pat.”
