I’m here to share a truth with you. A truth as valid as “Death and Taxes” or “What goes up, must come down” or “Pigeons are hell-borne” or “at least once in your life, you will find a gray hair the same day a zit forms on your forehead” and that is this: On any given day, anyone can beat anyone.
David can beat Goliath. Ye Yang can beat that man-slut Tiger Woods. The USA boys can beat the USSR men. A mouse can elude a snake. The Raiders can beat the Steelers. Butler can beat Syracuse. Jack Sparrow can beat the Kraken. Daniel can beat Johnny. The humans can beat the aliens.
On any given day, regardless of who is laughing and mocking, the Pittsburgh Pirates can beat any other team in Major League Baseball.
We’re not asking for the playoffs. We’re not asking for the pennant. We’re not asking for a dynasty. We’re not asking for anything more than this: win one more game than you lose. That’s it. We just need “any given day” to happen ONE MORE TIME than it does not happen.
And that is something that hasn’t happened for seventeen years. That’s roughly six thousand days. Six thousand days this city has been saddled with a team that can’t win just ONE MORE TIME than it loses. Six thousand days of hopes being crushed, optimism being squashed, bubbles being burst, parades being rained upon and bobbleheads having their noggins violently ripped off by angry fans.
It must end here. Now. This season.
Forget the management. Forget the greedy owners. Forget the fireworks. Forget the bobbleheads. Forget the hooplah.
Remember the fans. Remember the history. Remember the fundamentals. Remember the love of the game. Remember the passion. Remember this … any given day.
LET’S GO BUCS!