My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled
I’m a pattern guy when it comes to baseball, I look at it in relation to the past, some fans dive head long into the season and they chomp up the foreground like Pac Man or something in The Langoliers. Full of hope, and dreams stirred by memories of the 1951 Giants or some other baseball fairy tale. Me I’m always struck with the sight of the Tigers getting old before my eyes as well as the Reds. Coupled with a decade of second place finishes and wait till next years.
Evidently we are dwelling in what we hope is the end of the next years, a bad 4 act play that has been sort of a Schott and Lindner induced purgatory of inertia and inept baseball. The state of the game in town is highlighted by the fact that the biggest baseball celebrity in the Tri State area these days is the announcer who never played the game.
Though the darkness surrounds us, the patterns emerging out of the darkness on June 1st should tell us a little more about the path this team is taking for at least the rest of this season.
Competing or not?
In it or not?
What do the past 16 years tells us?