I'm not sure what I have done to anger you, but whatever it is, I am truly sorry.
Have I not been a good and faithful baseball servant?
I never leave games early. I never get there late. I never compromise my loyalty. I stand up and sing during EVERY 7th inning stretch (even when I don't feel like it), I wear my rally cap when necessary with zero thought given to how completely ridiculous I look. And most of all, when things are bad, I don't give up on the team (Hey, remember the mid-late 90's? I DO).
So...um....is this a test? Am I the Job of Baseball fandom? If I am, I can take it. Hell, bring on some locusts and boils and Yankees. I'll handle whatever you throw at me, and I'll STILL randomly find myself singing the "We're Gonna Win Twins" song in my car sometimes. If those frickin' Red Sox fans can go almost 90 years, I can too.
We may lose, repeatedly and painfully, but I'm never gonna break. So, just knock it off, OK?