You guys are awesome.
The 2014 Padres suck. I mean, they really suck. After seeing Amarista and Gyorko last night, I thought about becoming a Dodgers fan. (Simmer down there, it's called hyperbole.)
If I were Ian Kennedy, or Tyson Ross (or, hell, even Eric Stultz), I'd refund the Padres' money and ask to be released. Or even outrighted to Triple-A. Maybe there, they'd have a chance at notching a "W."
I know it's just a rough patch the guys are going through. (Albeit, a third-of-the-season-long rough patch.) And I guess it wouldn't be a Padres season if the team wasn't 10 games out by the end of May. But the truly amazing part to this story is, we all continue to punish ourselves. We watch. We cringe. We pick ourselves off the ground and do it again. Night after night. Like Zombies taking lead to the body. We just keep coming. (Where's the double-tap when you need it?)
I've never heard of a program for Padres fans like us. But it may be time for one.