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May 19, 2003
Dear Oscar,
How can I get my wife's afro dents out of the hood of
my car?
Signed, Julio the Latin Lover
Dear Julio,
The best way to extract afro marks from an automobile is
to pound them out from underneath. Why don't you try raising
your hood and slamming your own ignorant, nappy head into
the dents from behind. I'll swing by your place later tonight
and help you do so.
Dear Oscar,
I recently bleached my afro blonde, and now I look like
a freak. Is there any way I can fix the color?
Signed, Antonio A.
Dear Antonio,
Many other people have made the same mistake. Did you see
Manny Ramirez a couple years ago? He looked like that albino
mutant who tried to eat Chuck Heston in "The Omega
Man". But don't worry, your hair color will grow out
in a few weeks. Until then, why not spend some time entertaining
children at the local hospital, or trying to apprehend that
pesky Hamburglar?
April 21, 2003
Dear Oscar,
I play outfield, and in a recent game, a fan hit me
in the head with a cell phone. Luckily, my afro cushioned
the blow, but the impact took a chunk out of it and now
it's all lopsided. How can I fix it?
Signed, Ranger Carl
Dear Carl,
Afro repair can be a challenge, so make sure your kit includes
a six-inch stainless steel pick, a pound of steel wool,
a 12-ounce can of foam insulation, a broad putty knife,
and black hair dye #5. Send me your email address and I'll
hook you up with a schematic diagram of the repair process.
Dear Oscar,
I'm Sammy Sosa, and two different dudes beaned me this
week. I mean, I'm Sammy F*cking Sosa, for chrissake! I'm
HUGE! I spend more money on performance-enhancers than those
guys make in a year. My forearm is as big as your thigh,
but those pitchers weren't scared of me at all. How in the
world did this happen?
Signed, Sammy S.
Dear Sammy,
I'm feeling quite literary this week, so I'll provide you
with some words of wisdom. I believe it was King David,
or maybe Clarence Williams III, who said, "A soft afro
turneth away wrath." Sammy, stop wasting your money
on steroids and invest in some Emu oil, a pick, and a Flowbie.
You'll never have to worry about being beaned again.
April 7, 2003
Dear Oscar,
I'm a Hall of Famer, recently divorced, and I have just
been acquitted of sexual assault. I'd like to start dating
again, but I think women might be a little wary of going
but with me. What can I do to attract the ladies?
Signed, Ladykiller in MN
Dear Ladykiller,
You've obviously got the talent for pimping. Your problem
is image. I suggest a planetary afro, big enough to create
a field of pimp gravity that all the hoes will want to orbit.
Dear Oscar,
I'm an attractive, eligible shortstop. I recently injured
my shoulder, and now I have problems manipulating my pick
and keeping my 'fro in check. What should I do?
Signed, D-Jete
Dear D-Jete,
'Fro maintenance can be a problem when you can't raise
your arms. Why don't you have J-Lo come over and take care
of it? I know she's getting married to that square-headed
Ben Affleck, but I'll bet she still likes a little chocolate
in her peanut butter every once in a while. Reese's Pieces,
baby...
March 17, 2003
Dear Oscar,
I was a pitcher in camp with a Canadian team, and I
was recently caught stealing money from my teammate's locker.
Now the team has released me, and I feel like I have ruined
my life. What should I do?
Signed, Coco the Clown
Dear Coco,
You need to understand that what you did was wrong, and
theft is not a good career choice. However, if you decide
to continue stealing, a nice, puffy afro will provide you
with a convenient hiding place for items you wish to
pilfer. Plus you can use it as a storage space for any number
of miscellaneous objects, pulling them out whenever you
need them, just like that dude on the old "Super Globetrotters"
cartoon.
Dear Oscar,
While I was pitching the other day, I hit a batter.
He charged the mound, and I threw my glove at him and ran
like a little girl. Now, I'm afraid that I won't be able
to intimidate batters anymore. How can I regain my confidence
and bring back the intimidation factor?
Signed, Willie in L.A.
Dear Willie,
What better way to intimidate batters than to grow a gigantic
afro like Link from "Mod Squad". He was one bad
dude. Plus, if a batter ever charges the mound again, you
can use the immense girth of your coif to keep him at bay
until help arrives.
March 3, 2003
Dear Oscar,
I was recently sold to a Japanese team, but I refused
to join them, and now I'm playing for a team in Boston.
I want to apologize to the Japanese people, but I'm not
sure how to do it. Can you help me?
Signed, Kevin-San
Dear Kevin-San,
The Japanese place a high value on honor, and you have
dishonored yourself in their eyes. However, they are a very
hip, cool culture, so you must show them how cool you are
by wearing a t-shirt that says "Disco #1 Rockstar"
and growing your afro out to a height of 4 inches.
Dear Oscar,
I'm a 37 year old infielder who has been asked to move
to center field, a position I've never played before. Do
you have any tips for me?
Signed, Ancient Craig
Dear Ancient Craig,
Moving to the outfield is a big change. You need to run
a lot more, and at your age, I'll bet your speed is declining.
I suggest trimming about an inch off your afro. This will
cut down on wind resistance and help you get to the ball
quicker.
February 23, 2003
Dear Oscar,
I'm the commissioner of a major league of baseball teams
(I won't name names), and it seems like everybody hates
me. What should I do?
Signed, Bud S.
Dear Bud,
Everyone does hate you; that's just a fact. You can't change
it, but you shouldn't let it get you down. You need to do
something to improve your self-esteem. Perhaps a new 4-inch
afro hairstyle will help you feel good about yourself again.
Dear Oscar,
I'm a twenty-something GM of a major league baseball
team. Because I'm so young, other GM's and owners aren't
very friendly to me. What can I do to earn their respect?
Signed, "Brian" in Boston
Dear "Brian",
Your elders aren't treating you with respect because you
make them feel old. Try picking your afro out to a height
of 3-4 inches. This hairstyle will remind them of the carefree
1960s and '70s, when they were young like you.
Dear Oscar,
I'm a frequently-injured centerfielder for an Ohio baseball
team, and I think the media is out to get me. When I give
interviews, I'm often misquoted and people say I'm whining;
when I refuse to give interviews, I'm called "moody".
What should I do?
Signed, K.G. Jr.
Dear K.G.Jr.,
You need to give the media something new to write about,
something unrelated to baseball that will make good copy
on a slow news day. Perhaps a ridiculously tall afro that
prevents your hat from fitting properly will keep the writers
busy and stop them from stirring up controversy.
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