The trouble with generating a lead for this post is the one in mind isn’t something you’ll typically read here. But then I'm reminded first instincts are often correct.
"Hit the road, you bums."
Technically, it’s not a lead resting there on line two, but it still prefaces my point for the rest of this post.
I'm worried. Who will carry the superfan torch when all else fails? Sports radio offers no candidates. It’s Thursday and callers are still moaning about Monday’s lineup in a winning cause.
Dumb, but somehow understandable. That’s just years of frustration diverted to an unpopular manager. Here's the cruel part: Popular heroes like Chase Utley and Aaron Rowand have more to do with the home slide than Charlie Manuel. Not even unbridled determination can save them when they're out in front of every pitch, or playing too shallow and misjudging balls over their head.
So now they’re off on the road. That’s the big story today. The road is where they spend half the season.
It's the same damn thing over and over again. After the Washington series, they were road weary and needed to come home. Now they're desperate to get away and put the 2-7 home stand behind them. Round and round we go ...
I trust all of you picked up on the defeatist tone over the past two weeks, coming from everyone from Dallas Green, to Pat Gillick, to the players themselves, to columnists, to Beerleaguer, and that's bad news. I’m your last bastion of hope.
Nobody believes this mess will get any better. After the 6-5 road trip, all was calm. After the Mets series, time to shift gears and focus on the Wild Card. After Tampa Bay, give the manager the pink slip. After yesterday, dismantle it all.
RickSchuBlues wrote it best in the comments below. "And so a 2-7 homestand is punctuated by a flatter-than-flat shutout loss. There is every reason to think it will only get uglier. Why shouldn't it? Nobody does anything about it."
Indeed, no one ever does.