Ignore what the pundits are saying about your pitching staffs and disregard
the giddy little poems they're writing about your lineups.
It ain't gonna happen. Not this year. Not ever.
Dusty's going to grind those young northside arms into dust by July, and the
warring superegos in Fenway are going to make a rumble between the Jets and
the Sharks look like a knitting circle come August.