Thus Fate Strikes Out
Pittsburgh wants a winner Mr. Nutting. In the absense of a winner we have proven we will root for anyone who steps up to the plate. We want Baseball. We're so thirsty for it we'll crawl through the desert toward the mirage of merely a winning season, and when we discover there's no mas, we eat the bullpen dirt.
As for that mid-summer euphoria, it was all a Markovian figment: