having loved them all through those days of actual passion (I’m 63) I know about doubt. If they lose, any number of bombs go off. Vitriol is a wonderful word to be able to use. The player’s lives will transform to an endlessly trailing doubt.
But they could come back. Either way it’s as remarkable as sports can ever be, that I know of.
I like that they lost early and everyone could stay at the park and absorb it together.
The thin skin will be shed everywhere in Cubby nation, a loveable thing still…You’ll end up finding yourself loveable, after all, if you stick with us. Read Beckett if you can’t get enough of it like I couldn’t at that age. How could it get more complicated? We just found out.