There's hope in the ivy-covered burial ground
I'm being cautious. I really am. They're 39-39. Still six-and-a-half games behind Milwaukee. But, my, was that beautiful today or what? It's amazing how a seven-game winning streak suddenly makes the days a little brighter. What I'm about to say requires I remind you that skepticism is a natural trait of mine. Normally, I'd say, "Yeah, but the five-game losing streak is coming soon. Just watch." But something feels different. I don't know what it is, but something good is about to happen. I have a feeling. It's a weird feeling, and I don't know how to deal with it. It's almost as if there is a change in the cosmic forces that determine the universe's events. So, we'll see. But if I'm wrong, I'll be fine. I'll just return to my normal refrain of, "I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. Why do I put myself through this? Oh well. It could be worse. I could be a...Phillies fan."