The Minnesota Twins haven't given their fans much to be happy about of late, and it may be some time before they do it next. But there's a valuable lesson to be learned in all this glacial futility, maybe.
In which we reach the point in the NFL season where we can acknowledge that many/most of these teams are not fun to watch, and probably not having much fun themselves. And then push on, and make predictions anyway.
We'd buy scalped standing-room tickets, move as close to the field as possible, and yell "Yankees suck" or "Jeter, you suck," etc., while wearing our "Yankees Suck" t-shirts. Just screaming and screaming.
The 1977 TV movie Murder At The World Series offers none of the excitement of the World Series, and barely any murder. But it does offer notably more Intense Bruce Boxleitner acting and Houston Astros than any Fall Classic in recent memory.
The New York Knicks stage-managed their team's media rollout as best they could, and with all the paranoid passion the organization brings to its engagements with the media. Nevertheless, plenty of humanity still seeped into the proceedings—because these were the Knicks, and because that's just the way it works.
Acting out, getting left behind and winding up too big for Little League is no way to go through life. A personal history from the rugged baseball diamonds of Billings, Montana, haunted by the baddest of the Bad News Bears.