Another loss – this time a 7-4 final score.
We’re 0-4 and the only team that’s worse off right now are the St. Louis Cardinals and that’s only because they’ve played one game more than us.
Give us a day – we’ll catch up to you, Redbirds…
By now my family knows to just stay away from me.
Until the team manages a win, I’m desperately inconsolable.
John Hart, the general manager of the team, doesn’t know this.
Or, rather, it’s not really his job to stay away from me.
When my phone rings and I see his name show up on the caller ID, I can only anticipate the worst.
I turn the phone on and put it up to my ear.
There’s silence on both ends of the call for several seconds before John finally speaks up.
“You there, Chris?”
I swallow hard.
“Ya. Make it quick, John.”
I speak like somebody about to be executed, because I’m dramatic that way.
I’m told that it’s hard to find fault with the manager when these games haven’t even been particularly close.
It’s hard to point to a decision that a manager makes as causing any of these 4 losses when we’re allowing as many runs as we are.
Which is fine to hear, but I’m not quite the personality type to let myself off the hook for anything.
Still, John has to offer an “on the other hand…” and points out that my ways of thinking may not lend themselves well towards a veteran team of Major League ballplayers.
I definitely have plenty of opinions on the game that go against the established ways of doing things.
And if I can’t get these guys on my side, well…
In short, my job is safe.
But things need to turn around soon.