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I caught my first few innings of MetSox Baseball last night after getting out of work early enough to catch the end of the Sox-Tigers game at PT's (the Mets had already prevailed over the Phillies by the time I got there). Of course, those last couple innings at Fenway were filled with suckitude, but at least I got my first couple of free beers of
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Knowing that they were going to be bad might soften the blow of watching the losses pile up, but that's pretty cold comfort, isn't it? There are usually reasons one might suspect their team is going to be bad, and those reasons don't necessarily lead to having a lot of confidence in the future either. And anyway, if one is committed to being a fan of the team no matter what, then one is still forced to endure the crappy season, but being able to see the long death march in front makes it all the more dismal.
But on the other hand, being taken by surprise by a crappy team does hurt more when it's all over, but until all hope is lost, one is still buoyed (however unsteadily) by the belief that the team will get their act together and play like they were expected to do, so at least it keeps the season engaging.
As for the actual, non-abstract Tigers, I think they'll figure it out. It doesn't make sense that everyone on that roster would fall off the face of the earth at the same time, and the Tigers have been unlucky so far in that they have had zero luck. Maybe they aren't the Super Team that some people were predicting (not me: I had them as the Wild Card), but nor should they be in last place.
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