Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Still Among The Irate
Just so you don't think I have disappeared entirely.
I have no words for what is going on with the ballteam right now. 12 consecutive losses, 14 consecutive losing seasons (only a fractal-dimension's difference), All-Star ballot-stuffing highlighting the farcical laughability of our entire franchise. Howard Hughes-esque Nutting Junior wanting to take his MLB welfare checks and, contrary to what most tornado-baiters do with theirs, sell lottery tickets. I just don't give a damn about this BS since I came to the decision that, where the Pirates are concerned, I was not going to make myself feel bad on purpose. Life has enough non-voluntary disappointments in it without going a-courting for more. What stage in the 12-step process is it where you're past denial and anger and are simply ashamed? That's where I am right now. No Soup For You, Pittsburgh Pirates.
But I bother to post today because I was the recipient of an entirely unexpected little mention by Chuck Finder in the Post-Gazette, in his article entitled
which describes all the misery-loves-company fun us Pirate bloggers have been having here on the Internets. The new fellas at IrateFans.com spawned the story due to their tee-shirt sales and some ballgame-crowd appearances, but Chuck did his homework and noted some of us old-timers too. Thanks, Chuck, it's appreciated, especially under the circumstances where I'm not willing to spend my time typing myself into moods of depression. At least you're getting paid for it.
I have no words for what is going on with the ballteam right now. 12 consecutive losses, 14 consecutive losing seasons (only a fractal-dimension's difference), All-Star ballot-stuffing highlighting the farcical laughability of our entire franchise. Howard Hughes-esque Nutting Junior wanting to take his MLB welfare checks and, contrary to what most tornado-baiters do with theirs, sell lottery tickets. I just don't give a damn about this BS since I came to the decision that, where the Pirates are concerned, I was not going to make myself feel bad on purpose. Life has enough non-voluntary disappointments in it without going a-courting for more. What stage in the 12-step process is it where you're past denial and anger and are simply ashamed? That's where I am right now. No Soup For You, Pittsburgh Pirates.
But I bother to post today because I was the recipient of an entirely unexpected little mention by Chuck Finder in the Post-Gazette, in his article entitled
Irate Pirates fans uncork wild pitches of frustration on the Web
which describes all the misery-loves-company fun us Pirate bloggers have been having here on the Internets. The new fellas at IrateFans.com spawned the story due to their tee-shirt sales and some ballgame-crowd appearances, but Chuck did his homework and noted some of us old-timers too. Thanks, Chuck, it's appreciated, especially under the circumstances where I'm not willing to spend my time typing myself into moods of depression. At least you're getting paid for it.
