Yesterday, I Loved You.

Today, my darlings, not so much.

Considering this series before it began, you had to think that Boston had the edge. Yes, they've been as woefully inept as the Cubs but Boston is Boston and the Cubs are the Cubs. Sadly, it would appear that that was overestimating this team and their ability to overcome.

But yay! for Stephen Drew at least he could do one good thing for his paycheck.

A Kindness.

Oh, for Pete's sake boys. I get not wanting the Cubs to feel worse about themselves than they already do. They're the Cubs and that is definitely a reason to pity them. I get it. But possums, a hit would be a really, really nice thing. Thank you.

Here We Are Again.

In a hole. Listless. Unable to buy a hit.



At least we've got Pedro serving ice cream.

Prayer For A Season.

God?

I know this is going to sound ridiculous but this girl loves this team.

It's breath has ebbed, it's pulse is low
It's feet are webbed but even so
You must know
That although ours tears are poised to burst
We've kept our faith warm through the worst
We haven't cursed our luck or run amok
To prayer we've stuck
Please reward our pluck
And save this (lame) duck.

(Apologies to the writers of Pippin.)

Of course, the last part isn't quite true but since the duck dies anyway it might work out better this way.

Someone Left the Cake Out in the Rain.

So, let's see if we've got this right, gentlemen.

Defense, from the beginning, has not been your strong suit. You can't hit and now it turns out you can't pitch, either?

Well, that's a fantastic recipe for success, if I ever heard one.

Merrily We Roll Along.

Or maybe not so merrily. I suppose that I could be persuaded that I still care and that my blase attitude about this 2014 team is all a front. But since this team is not willing to put much effort into winning baseball games, I'll convince myself that I won't put much effort into hoping that they win baseball games. Or something.

And as a Boston fan you can't really dislike the A's, can you?

What's The Buzz?

Seriously boys? Making me go to Andrew Lloyd Weber? For shame.

But: When DO we ride into Jerusalem?

Even though all the evidence seems to point to it, I can't help but think that this team can't really be this awful. Can it? They scored one run in twenty-seven innings against a pitiful Orioles pitching staff, it can't continue like that. Right?

Uncle.

Well, that's it. Isn't it, boyos? Asking this team to score three runs would be like asking George Washington to rise from his grave and dance a jig.

The good thing about a crappy team is that it makes for some early nights.

The Impossible Dream.

Humph. You really are terrible, aren't you pigeons? I suppose .500 is going to be impossible this season, isn't it? Pathetic.