Ah, those simple days of August. The team was hitting, the pitchers were pitching, the vibes were good and we even saw the dawn of a new era in team fashion. Everything was working just as the fanbase had expected.
Then August ended, the team went to Milwaukee and a fresh portal to hell was opened.
I’ve spoken often internally here at The Good Phight about the football mentality large portions of this fanbase takes when it comes to baseball. Even as well as the team had played in August, the goodwill that had been built up around the team felt as though it evaporated once the ball zipped beneath the glove of Alec Bohm.