Tonight I ate dinner at the PF’s house – a regular occurrence these orphaned days – and Mr. PF had just received the Sports Illustrated Baseball Preview volume.
Needless to say, there wasn’t much conversation until we had both devoured the edition. That is, other than the groans of disgust at SI’s total dismissal of any hope for even mediocrity from the Bucs. The piece is titled “No Bang for the Bucs.” Subtitled “A 17th straight losing season awaits a club with no pop and a regressing young rotation.”
Okay, but tell us what you really think.
As much as the Pirates like McLouth, his greatest possible contribution to the current club is in his trade value.
Hey, we just signed that guy! Yes, but, “Pittsburgh has no chance to contend in the span of that deal.” Oh, come on now, that’s just a little too far.
The truth is, of course, that I easily recognize the futility of the Bucs’ current situation. What hope do we really have, what with our last-in-league pitching, pathetic depleted farm system, offensive vacuum, and unstoppable losing momentum? Of course we’re going to hit that black magic 17th losing season mark. Probably blow right through to 19 or 20.
But isn’t SI supposed to get people excited about sports? How are we supposed to get excited now that they’ve already put the nails in the Buccos’ coffin? Alas, poor Adam LaRoche. I knew him, Horatio.