I gave up on the Oryuls a few seasons ago (not so this fella). Every frackin' season they just go from bad to worse! I honestly thought last season was truly the worst they could do. I don't think that anymore. Sadly, lamentably, dem O's are great at one and only one thing: sucking.
Now my yardstick for measuring a good season is how poorly the Yankees are doing. Like any good Bawlamoron, the worse the Yanks do, the happier I am. It's inversely proportional:
I really hate the Yankees.* Even more than I hate Peter Angelos, but that's de rigeur
for a Baltimorean. That's why I love to see them fail! (The Yankees, not the Orioles.)
But perhaps I should be more positive. I can keep my fingers crossed for the Ravens and the Blast. Our hope lies in Baltimore football in all its incarnations.
Anyway, at least the folks who clean up those $5 hot dog leavings have a sort of sweet new deal where they actually get paid a living wage. Not that it's very much. See, I worked the food angle in somewhere. Even if it's for an overpriced, $5 Esskay hot dog that doesn't even taste very good (at least not for the price).
* Apologies to Roopa, though I don't know if she prefers the Yanks, the Mets or neither. From what I hear, one may not like both.