Don’t get me wrong. When it’s the offseason, all I can do is think about you.
And every spring it’s like a fresh start. Things feel right with the world. I awake refreshed. Rejuvenated. Optimistic.
And then the inevitable. Do you know what it’s like trying to defend you. Especially after you get me in a crowd of people and act real rude to me? Why can’t you love me like I love you?
My friends feel it’s their appointed duty to tell me that I shouldn’t just let you walk on me. But they don’t know what I know.
I want Showalter but when I passed Juan Samuel, he stared me down. I looked at you and you looked at the ground. Something in my heart and in your eyes, tells me he’s just not someone passing by.
Statements like this don’t give me much to look forward to:
They’ll be critical of me because we have not declared on the manager yet. There’s nothing worse you can do to the media then hanging something out there that’s going to happen, one way or the other, whether Juan (Samuel) got full status or whether you bring someone in from external…Over the last three weeks the team has been playing a little over .500 and Juan is doing fine.
The good news is, you are getting your ass kicked lately (really, good news?). Sure the thriller in extras was fun. But all you showed was you could ruin a perfectly decent night if it weren’t for Cesar doing something totally out of character (hitting). And, how did you follow up that performance? Another public humiliation.
But no matter what I do, at the end of the day…it’s just me and you.
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