For the fifth straight year, the hometown nine has rewarded pessimism in our family's win predictions. It's in the water (three whole rivers' worth). Disappointing even the bleakest of expectations defines the terroir of Pittsburgh Pirates baseball. When all else is topsy turvy, pell mell, helter skelter, the Pirates provide the kind of performance you know you can rely on. They will do worse than you can even imagine.
The competent dad wins two years in a row. I told you my relentless pessimism would pay off someday, kiddos!
No doubt, we'll get 'em next year.
No comments:
Post a Comment