I am the staff geezer and the staff curmudgeon. These two facts, I believe, allow me to claim the title of staff realist but there would be a few ruffled feathers if I squawked that too loudly. Perhaps my colder approach was caused by decades of blind hope that I've carried into countless sports seasons. The results usually range from moderately satisfying to downright excruciating. Big wins, and joy, are rare. I finish counting the championship trophies my teams have lofted before I can say "and this little piggy had roast beef." So it's understandable that I might look more closely for some reasons why things won't work out.
Breaking Good: What a great Philadelphia Union season looks like
