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.
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 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)