The optimism Royals' fans have from our team going 4-2 is a sight to behold, or hear, at least.
Listening, for instance, to Kevin Keitzman's high-pitched rhapsodies yesterday, I was tempted to divert my high-performance rig over to the 810 Zone and engage in on-air medical heroics, but I figured the Plaza parking situation would be a headache. Nevertheless, if heart attacks can be induced by jumping on the Royals' Bandwagon, then Keitzman's health is in danger, nay, even grave danger. (Then again, is there any other kind?)
Therefore, in keeping with the learned and somewhat effete nature of this website, but also as a gentle reminder that realism is the more healthy lifestyle choice, especially for Royals' fans generally and Kevin Keitzman in particular, I offer as a public service, an excerpt from Houseman's famous, Terrance, This is Stupid Stuff:
Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
'Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour
The better for the embittered hour;
It will do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.