I feel as if I am in a seriously dysfunctional codependent relationship with an athletic team. The Cardinals this year keep treating me like the girl I am too connected to for a clean break up, yet I keep hoping she will go away so I can start off fresh next year with a better girlfriend.
But, every time I think the relationship is over, she comes back and does something wonderful. Then I get excited and she dumps all over me once more.
I just wish the Cardinals would fade into the oblivion of mediocrity for the season and leave me alone. I could focus on college football (and my other seriously flawed relationship with the Seminoles- who I stay with hoping to recreate the magic we had a few years back, but we really need to part way and admit the magic is gone) and work. I could get up in the morning and not obsessively look at box scores on ESPN (if I had not stayed up late the night before to do this).
Every time I see a 3-6 game losing streak and the Reds sneak into a tie for First, something happens. The Cards play out of their minds for a few days and Cincy collapses, putting the Cards up by 3 once more.
This is the single most frustrating baseball season I remember in quite some years (add to it my baseball mistress, the Red Sox and their collapse).