You know what they're doing. They're doing what they did last year. We resist, we cringe, we try not to watch. But we must. They may be a bunch of strangers who managed to hit .218 over an 11 game stretch leading into Sunday's game, but they're wearing pinstripes. Somewhere, deep in the lizard brains we all have, we don't want to miss one of the greatest season comebacks in team history. So we pay attention. We put our hearts and nervous digestive systems on the line. Even though we know...
WE KNOW...
this is not a great team. This is not even a really good team. This is a 1928 Porter, My Mother the Car fans, held together with old chewing gum, spit, baling wire and dried-out rubber bands that can give at any second. It's simply crazy to think they can get anywhere, even the one-game Seligrama, and if they do they'd lose anyway. You know it. I know it. Bo knows it. But just like last year, they'll string us along. They'll beat some bad teams and then they'll beat some very good teams because the rotation will suddenly turn into Cy Young, Christy Matthewson, Bob Gibson, Walter 'The Big Train' Johnson and the 1968 version of Denny McLain. Just for a week, maybe two. Enough to suck us in, make us emotionally committed, feel a stirring in our metaphorical loins. And then they collapse. They revert. They raise the Burberry plaid banner of mediocrity and we realize, nope. Not gonna happen. And inside, we die a horrible and painful death of tortured disappointment, the last glimmer of summer's hope wrested from our moist, believing, little palms, our hearts and souls torn out along with it.
Don't bother looking under the bed in the middle of the night. Forget checking the closet for bogeymen. Stringing garlic around the French doors to the patio is not going to help.
It's coming. It's coming, and we can't stop it.
Great job on a John Cale reference!
ReplyDeleteSay fear's a man's best friend
You add it up, it brings you down
Home is living like a man on the run
Trails leading nowhere, where to my son?
We're already dead, just not yet in the ground
Great post John!
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, last night I was reinfected with the Yankee hope virus, against all logic & against better judgement. Fool me once, shame on you,,, fool me twice, shame on you, fool me thrice,,,, well, you get the picture, LOL.
A 1928 Porter, that's my mother dear. She helps me through everything I do, and I'm so glad she's here.
ReplyDeleteJohn Cale on It is High? once again its circle jerk time with John M. I think I'm feeling some metaphorical diarrhea in my metaphorical loins.
ReplyDeleteI came back to this post just to see if anonymouse popped in to bully John and I was not disappointed. Little traditions like this make life interesting.
ReplyDeleteBTW, Let's Go Yankees!
Thanks KD. You keep up the good work too and lets go Yankees.
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