[OK. So my carefully crafted stern talking-to didn't really help. Time to try a different approach. Let's try some unconditional loving support, with a sprinkle of "que sera, sera" attitude thrown in for good measure.]
Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise.
Maybe all the losing is necessary to wash out all the lame fair-weather fans. And then they will all sell their tickets super cheap on ebay and craigslist, so all the real fun will eventually be had by the true believers.
Like boot-camp for baseball fans. We're currently in the unpleasant "do a lot of push-ups and get yelled at frequently" phase. But once all the weak links have washed out, those of us who are left will get to do the cool stuff....like firing the metaphorical rocket launchers.
I know. It's kind of a stretch, as far as metaphors go. Work with me.
Whatever the reason for the bad, bad losing, I say "bring it on."
Those of us who weathered the Great Suck of the Mid to Late Nineties (And those who survived the Even Greater Suck of the Early Eighties) can take whatever the baseball gods throw at us, throw it back, and scoff "Eh. We've seen worse."
It's really early.
I am not panicking.
But the reason I am not panicking is not simply because it is early. I am not panicking, because I realize that in the end, it won't really matter. I will go to just as many games, regardless of win-loss record. I will have just as much fun, regardless of final score. It's what I do. Clearly, I prefer [and encourage] the winning because it makes me happier. But, you know...whatever.
I think it's time for everyone, fans and team alike to get a little zen and relax.
Repeat the mantra after me: It'll be better tomorrow.
Even if it's not, at least Twins fans can sleep well at night knowing that our team is quantifiably the most adorable team in major league baseball. The fans of the other struggling teams can't even say that much. We need to count our blessings.
And hey, Liriano was really good tonight. So....that's a baby step toward brighter days ahead. One thing at a time, I guess.