When the Rays are on a hot streak, people tell us not to get too excited. It's a long season. When they're on a losing streak, those same condescending folks tell us not to get too upset. It's a long season. Well, I'm done being told how to feel. What's the point of a 162 game marathon if you're not allowed to be proud and pissed within a few days of each other?
Skipper Joe Maddon made a reference to the bats on this club as being a little "schizophrenic" lately. Well, pardon us for acting in kind, baseball snobs. If the goal is to remain stoic until the season is over so it can be accurately graded with the benefit of hindsight, what the hell is the point of watching? When our team is playing well, we commend them. When they play like doo-doo, we call them out on the doo-doo play. That's not bandwagon fandom, it's a fluid passionate analysis that can and does evolve as the scenery changes. So, shut-up and let us be human, you elitist turds.
We know slumps happen. Spare us the unsolicited lecture. It's nauseatingly annoying. We know it's a long season. You think that cliche up yourself, Einstein? And you're right. If the Rays snap their losing streak and start playing better, the same fans that are ticked-off today will be tickled pink tomorrow. Does that make you feel smart? Piss off.
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