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So farewell to the little good you bear us
Farewell! a long farewell, to all our greatness
This is the state of fan: April they put forth
The tender leaves of hopes; in May, the blossoms,
And bear the empty honors thick upon them;
The third month comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when they think, good easy fan, full surely,
The greatness is a-ripening, nip the root,
And then they fall, as we do. We have ventur'd,
Like so many nomads through the desert,
This many summers in a sea of despair,
So thus became our home. Our high-blown hopes
At length broke under us, and now have left us,
Weary, tired of cheering, to the mercy
Of a rude team that must for ever hate us.
Vain pomp and glory - ESPN, we hate ye!
I feel my new heart open'd. O, how wretched
Is that poor fan that hangs on winning's favors!
There is, betwixt that pennant we'd aspire to,
That sweet aspect of GMs, and their ruin,
And when they fall, they fall like the Red Sox,
On last year's Game 162.
Five games in a row. The familiar despair creeps in. The land of the catwalk (yeah) and the frog that desperately implores you to protect home awaits. The Rays themselves are losers of three straight, finding themselves swept by Chicago in a series where they only mustered a total of six runs. These are the two teams who are, improbably, against any expectation, tied for first place in the American League East on June 1. The winner of tonight's contest will be a game ahead of the other. It's Wei-Yin Chen vs. David Price. Orioles. Rays. Who will own it?
Since when is Hideki Matsui still in baseball? Weird. And now that I've said that, he'll surely hit five home runs in the next three games. You can blame me. I'll take that one.