Originally Posted by Falls City Beer
Failure is in this organization's genetic code. Full display this weekend--it's almost Gothic. Votto goes mad, like some Hawthorne character, Harang's doppelganger returns from the misty regions, broken bones, blown leads, Mike Lincoln.
So we stand at a crossroads--who are these Reds: the first two months of 2009 or 2001-2008 + this weekend? I'm betting on the latter.
Amazing. We laugh at the idea of chemistry but consider a curse that makes the Cubs' goat look like a lucky rabbits foot.
It makes for an entertaining post, but that's about it. No curse here. No Double-Helix of Failure, as clever a play on words as it may be.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.