SHHH! Don't make a sound!

Do you hear it?

That little cracking sound, somewhere overhead?  Then another.  And another.

That's the avalanche up there, just waiting to come down on our heads.

Don't make a noise.  Just try to walk through the pass as quickly and as quietly before it all comes tumbling down.

You can sense it about to come down, can't you?

This team has fallen apart bit by bit for weeks, and now the pitching is gone.  The only possibility left is utter collapse, smothering us in a white wall of death.

This one is going to be bad.  Maybe even worse than in 2000, when we lost 15 of our last 18 games, after the team was completely exhausted, and the division title all but won.  Thanks goodness the Red Sox could only go 10-9 down the same stretch, or that might have been it for us, an eternal disgrace.

Fortunately, because this was the Old Guard, we were able to dig ourselves out, even take the World Series.

That ain't happenin' this year.  But if the pitching really is shot, get ready.  We could see something unprecedented, like a 5-19 collapse that sends us home for the year.

Which, in my opinion, would be exactly what this corpse of a team deserves.