Sorry guys, but I think I fucked up the season.

Goddamn it. My mistake. Shit. I am really fucking sorry for this. . .

Fuck. . .

I didn’t even realize what I was doing, but it all makes so much sense now.

Um… OK. You see, I think it all started when I sort of really angered the Baseball Gods.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but lately, every time I’ve used the phrase “Baseball Gods”, I’ve linked it to a picture of Chevy Chase.

The first time I did it was, uh… after Burnett’s rain-delayed loss in Cleveland. May 1st. The first game of the nine game (so far) losing streak that killed the season.

Fuck…

I don’t know why I did it. I just… did. I guess I thought it was kind of funny.

I certainly didn’t mean to offend anybody—least of all the Baseball Gods!

I guess maybe they don’t like Chevy. But dudes, Chevy is one funny fucking motherfucker. Fletch is a wicked movie, you’ve just got to watch it a couple of times to pick up on the subtle stuff.

Really, if you think about it, it’s kind of a compliment.

I mean, how many people are as successful and well known as Chevy Chase? Shit, they named a bank and a town after him. That’s got to count for something, right???

I know he’s never been in a baseball movie. I know he hasn’t made a funny movie since 1993. But he was in Caddyshack, for fuck sakes! Fucking Caddyshack! I think he’s fucking awesome! Honest!

Come on, Baseball Gods! Forgive me! Please!!!

(I am really, really fucking sorry about this everyone. Fuck. I am SO SORRY)

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