it might be wOrse

wayward O counts blessings and drifts off into a summery evening dreamland. he thinks of things to be happy about as team quits one third of way through season in what surely is a new low for bunch that apparently has not yet hit rock bottom. those who have been to rock bottom tend to caution outsiders rock bottom is not for the outsider to gauge. only the subject can know when toes have touched murky lakebed. and so, without further ado, at least...

You're not rooting for him.
OMG can you imagine?

And at least...

We got rid of this palooka
Sure he wins games but c'mon.

And maybe...

The Old Savior's boredom quotient
will start to increase
after he gets his HOF laurels
and the trumpets fade...

and also...

The emperor wears no clothes.

Maybe that last bit is wishful thinking. Maybe it's all wishful thinking.

Put on the colors!
Stuff some tibacky in yer cheek
And put the fear a Jesus into these lazy lugz!

and wayward O almost forgot!

Since we're gonna need a pitching coach, too.