This site has two settings:
- Spotty attempts at humor.
- Spottier attempts at analysis.
Nothing working well, coupled with the "if it wasn't for bad luck..."-woe-is-meisms, make up the essence of a losing streak. It's what a nine-game losing streak brings almost by definition. It's just a wee bit frustrating.
Just as there's nothing to analyze, there's nothing to laugh at. I used to think my style of humor - what W.C. Fields would have called, "kind of dickish" - worked best when there was something to complain about. But there's nothing new to complain about with a nine-game losing streak after the Giants were in first place. That's a joke in itself. All of the complaints that could have been spun into something farcical were levied by the fifth game of the losing streak. Now it's just slack-jawed horror.
Win a game? Please? I'm not going up to the clock tower if it devolves into ten in a row, and I probably won't do much but sigh loudly. But it'd give me something to write about. Coupled with a Padres loss to leave the Giants a ridiculous 3.5 games back, and it might even get me interested again.