I remember the feeling. I had it between 1993 and 2004. It's the feeling of despair. Pure pessimism. You second guess everything. You do nothing but moan and groan.
So for your reading enjoyment: check out this post and read some of the comments over at Pat Lackey's Pirates' blog: WHYGAVS
Here's a couple of dandies to start it off:
Someday, we're going to beat the Brewers. And it's going to be awesome.
Why did he take out Maholm, who had great stuff tonight, after 98 pitches in favor
of Tyler F***ing Yates?!?
Someday, the Pirates will beat the Brewers? The question is will any of us still be alive by then? We might have all died of old age by then.
And my personal favorite:
What actually transpired:
(Russell replaces Maholm with Yates)
Me: YOU GOTTA BE F'N KIDDIN ME, HE'S ON FIRE
Girlfriend: Awww, are the Pirates losing again?
Me: Not yet, give it a couple minutes
Girlfriend: You gotta stay optomistic
Me: Shouldn't you be cleaning or somthing?
I love being the team that the losing teams hate. Such an odd feeling...yet still magical at the same time.