It is mid May. The "June Swoon," if it happens, is still a few weeks away. On paper, the team looks pretty good. The Pythagorean postulated by some of the stat heads tells me we should be competitive within the admittedly weak NL Central. Why then, do I have this feeling of doom?
I've admired and defended Al's often time irrational exuberance because I share his feelings. Yes, as far as the Cubs are concerned I too have been an optimist but I feel myself slowly being sucked into the same whirlpool of despair that so many of the other posters have been in for years. Is it possible or me to forestall being sucked under? The reality of the present day is acting like a giant hand that is pushing me into the abyss. It's like a pair of cement overshoes.
We recently came off a series sweep that had many posters cheering wildly but who did we defeat? The Nationals. The worst team in the National League and we beat them by the skin of our teeth.
To whom did we just loose two-out-of-three? The Pirates: Possibly the second worst team in the National League.
This evening we played a good baseball team and had our butts handed to us.
What does that make us?
Please, please, someone. Throw me a life preserver. Al, I need some words of encouragement. I have been a Cub fan for a long, long time and every time I've gotten my hopes up they have been dashed, crushed, stomped on and flushed right down the toilet. Crap, I still owe people money from 1969.
I don't want to become one of them. You know; the defeatists, the sour pusses, the constant whiners and complainers. It just isn't fun to be that way but the cold hard reality is almost too much to deny. Oh dear God, why hast thou made me a Cub fan?