Like I’ve said throughout this awful, abysmal summer, Worst Baseball Season Ever.
And it’s about to have the final ridiculous nail driven in its coffin, as our nemeses are about to claim their World Series(I’m not going to sink to their level not going to sink not going to sink not going to sink, oh, screw it – the Cubs’ red-clad rivals can fuck off and die).
Not going to wallow in misery, over exactly what’s unfolded in the three miserable years since Alex Gonzalez booted that double-play ball.
Not going to wonder how Jeff Suppan, Jeff Weaver, Adam Wainwright, and this entire ridiculous staff somehow became good pitchers overnight.
Not going to wonder where all those errors, trips, slips, and bounces came from as the Tigers played defense.
Not going to wonder how on earth the pitiful Chicago Cubs could spank their sad-sack rivals all over the diamond this year, only to watch the rivals win it all.
Not at all.
In fact, as for baseball, Mister Faded Glory is shutting it down for the year. Forget it. We’re not going to complain about idiotic signings, not going to whine about injuries, not going to stump for Matt Murton hitting second, not going to make fun of bad management, not until at least 2007, if ever. Instead, we’re quitting for the year, secure in the knowledge that 2006 is proof there is a God, and that jerk hates all things Cub. So don’t think you can click on MFG anytime in the coming months as some sort of respite from the 480,304 syrupy stories everywhere else extolling the virtues of classy Cardinal fans. Because MFG can’t take it, either, and we’re sorry.
But wait…
If it’s this bad now…
That means it can only get better, right? Right?!
Sigh.
