To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether tis nobler to endure the booing and harassment of outrageous play in the regular season, or in the postseason. Yay, may death become this team.
I intended to be brave (Oh no. Not that word. I don’t mean being “A BRAVE” because who would want to be one of those?) and watch so that I could fill my knightly (once a week “nightly”) duty to the faithful. I had pledged my fealty to Lord Alex of Remington and must continue to meet my chivalric duty.
But then I remembered what my ancestors of such profession did. They pledged fealty to the king, but when John started trying to push the barons around, they put a threat on John and had him sign Magna Charta, thus enabling a family tradition of rejection of knightly duty when faced with moronic incompetence.
I tried to watch some. By the time I turned it on, the Nats were batting in the second and Joe and Chip were talking about Ervin Santana being able to hold it together after the Nats batted around in the first. Really? No early magic for Ervin. He gave up 4 in the first, and 2 more later, one unearned.
This spell has almost (not quite, I am a very non PC person) made me want to join the movement to change this team’s name. Nothing it does is brave. Although I have no discernible portion of Chuckchi heritage, I can understand why their descendants would not want to be connected to this debacle.
They didn’t totally give up. They finally got 4. But, “After all, what difference does it make?”