Nobody likes to be wrong. No one really wakes up in the morning, yawns, stretches out their arms, and declares, “Sure hope I’m proven incorrect on a bunch of stuff today!” But if you have to be wrong, probably the most satisfying way is to find that the players on your favorite baseball team might be better than you thought. And who cares that you embarrassed yourself across the interwebs? At least your team benefits so it’s all good.
For me, I like my crow with a side of catsup because, as my grandmother used to say, “I can eat a boot if it comes with catsup.