Two years ago, I counted ’em out. They were totally Heston in The Omega Man, just joggin’ around the deserted streets, waiting to get picked off by a herd of angry zombies. And they stomped back to prove me wrong and win it all. So I’m hesitant to chloroform ’em after 2 straight loses to the worst team in baseball.
Er… aren’t you?
Either way, I ain’t no fairweather johnson. I’ll be here, ice cold Pabst and big-ass foam finger in hand. Waiting patiently for the lads to turn down the suck factor.