A Love Letter

What do you do when the baseball club you love is mired in last place? When the universe doesn't give them any lucky breaks? Rant about the poor choices, beat your breast about the chances missed or think that they, like the gyroscope, will not falter or fall until the true end appears.

Praying for them to win every game doesn't seem like an equatable solution. God can't take sides,nor decide if the strike zone expansion strains peripheral vision.

But you can't give up. And you don't just find another team and toss away that pack of love letters.