After a week-long stretch through hell in which they lost, and I’m going to estimate because I can’t bring myself to go find the actual numbers, seven games in a row by a run differential of about what? 80?, the Pirates managed to beat the Milwaukee Brewers at Miller Park for the first time in THREE YEARS.
Something like 22 games since they’ve won at Miller Park, and yesterday, they managed to break the curse with a score of 7-3, which is fantastic because it means we can continue to report Buccos scores in football terms. While the past several games they’ve lost by three touchdowns each, this time, their touchdown beat a field goal!
The Buccos are taking us to the highest of highs, leading the bandwagon up to the stars where we see heaven and angels and hear pigeons getting their wings ripped off, and then the Buccos set off a shoe bomb in first class and nose dive us so far down to the bowels of hell that we can smell Satan’s farts, and then back up to the clouds again.
If this bandwagon roller coaster ride doesn’t level off soon, I’m going to puke.
And since I’m driving, those of you in the back might want to, I don’t know, duck.