Monday, April 10, 2006
My First Rant of the Year (First of Many)
Trying to find the words for how I feel right now is difficult. How does one translate agony into words?
The most appropriate thing I could say would only come out as a piercing, gut-wrenching scream because the Orioles get under your skin. They fester with their play and it makes loyal fans regret rooting for them.
There is a reason that the loudest cheer heard in Camden Yards this weekend was, "Let's go Red Sox."
That reason is the Orioles incredibly uninspiring play. And it isn't only this team's resounding ability to find new and ever-more exciting ways to fail at producing runs. It isn't only last year's team that found a way, as if there was ever any doubt, to go from scoring runs and winning to the laughing stock of baseball. No, it is so much more than that.
The problem lies with watching every game and the same basic storyline, over and over, until you want to fling the cat at the television.
Brian Roberts singles to start an inning. Luis Matos, in an effort to move the runner over, attempts to bunt. I can assure you Roberts won't be standing on second when the play is over. No, the O's find a way to screw everything up. Matos will bunt too hard giving the pitcher an easy force at first or even a double play. Or maybe Matos misses the first two bunts and is forced to swing away and THEN hits into the double play.
Whatever the case, O's fans should feel privy to the new and creative ways the Orioles find to fail. In a way it is borderline masochistic to be an Orioles fan.
A loyal O's fan is like a physically and emotionally abused spouse who refuses to leave their mate because "deep down he really loves me."
Honestly, I am getting sick of it. Switch teams? No way. I love the Orioles and I will be there to see them rise again. I do believe they are on their way. I love the coaching staff and I think they are building all the right pieces. That being said, somebody shoot me now and save me from 156 more nights of pain, misery and torture.
Thank god Daniel Cabrera only pitches every fifth day or he'd force me to take a long base on balls off a short pier.
The most appropriate thing I could say would only come out as a piercing, gut-wrenching scream because the Orioles get under your skin. They fester with their play and it makes loyal fans regret rooting for them.
There is a reason that the loudest cheer heard in Camden Yards this weekend was, "Let's go Red Sox."
That reason is the Orioles incredibly uninspiring play. And it isn't only this team's resounding ability to find new and ever-more exciting ways to fail at producing runs. It isn't only last year's team that found a way, as if there was ever any doubt, to go from scoring runs and winning to the laughing stock of baseball. No, it is so much more than that.
The problem lies with watching every game and the same basic storyline, over and over, until you want to fling the cat at the television.
Brian Roberts singles to start an inning. Luis Matos, in an effort to move the runner over, attempts to bunt. I can assure you Roberts won't be standing on second when the play is over. No, the O's find a way to screw everything up. Matos will bunt too hard giving the pitcher an easy force at first or even a double play. Or maybe Matos misses the first two bunts and is forced to swing away and THEN hits into the double play.
Whatever the case, O's fans should feel privy to the new and creative ways the Orioles find to fail. In a way it is borderline masochistic to be an Orioles fan.
A loyal O's fan is like a physically and emotionally abused spouse who refuses to leave their mate because "deep down he really loves me."
Honestly, I am getting sick of it. Switch teams? No way. I love the Orioles and I will be there to see them rise again. I do believe they are on their way. I love the coaching staff and I think they are building all the right pieces. That being said, somebody shoot me now and save me from 156 more nights of pain, misery and torture.
Thank god Daniel Cabrera only pitches every fifth day or he'd force me to take a long base on balls off a short pier.
