Remember when the Padres lost 4 in a row and everybody told you there was nothing to worry about? They'd say "How cute, you must really be worried about your little team. Are you a new baseball fan? Every team goes through this, relax! This is normal, nothing to worry about. Why are you panicking?" You might have nodded your head ashamed that you momentarily lost faith in your team and questioned your own baseball knowledge.
I'm beginning to think that this is how it feels to be misdiagnosed with a terrible disease. "Finger nails fall off sometimes! If I had a nickel for every time one of my patients had boils on their butt... let's just say I'd have a nice little place in Glendale. Projectile vomiting means you're getting better!"
Now that the Padres have lost 10 games in a row you're not really buying that anymore. This isn't normal. There is no bright side. Major League Baseball teams rarely lose 10 games in a row. For some teams it doesn't happen for decades. I'm not telling you something that you don't know when I say we are really bad right now and not only do we have to win one game, but we need to start winning consecutive games and soon.
Everybody is taking shots at us now. They see us laying in the gutter, look us over, see that somebody has already stolen our wallet, but give us a swift kick to abdomen anyway. We're an easy target. But what does it say about these other teams that they still haven't caught us after this 10 game losing streak. We were good once, better than you.
I'm getting kind of sick of fans of other teams making themselves at home in here. They're refusing to take off their shoes, putting up their feet on our furniture telling us what they think the problem is with our team. The same team that we've been watching for the past 5 months. So even if you think you're engaging in friendly banter with us, you might find yourself banleted out on the curb, just because I'm not feeling like the most gracious host right now.
Go Padres!