The Curse Of Bobby Kennedy

***UPDATED AND MOVED TO TOP***

Okay, it's early in the season, but I'm already developing an ulcer. Sure, it's weird but cool to recognize people I know in the stands while watching Nats home games on tee vee, but Jaysus, we just dropped another one to the Reds tonight that we should have won. (Sooper Sekret Message to Mrs. LMC: Shut up, Dude.)

And this is the painful part: the Nats are 6 and 7 on the road which, if not stellar, is at least respectable. But in RFK Stadium? We're now 1 and 6. One and farookin' six! I mean, what the farookin' farook?

Obviously, there's some supernatural angle to all this. I can't figure out yet whether Bobby's ghost is trying to make us get ooooout, or if he's mad that we're dumping him. In either case, however, we'd better get some top-notch exorcist in here pronto. We can't keep on like this!

UPDATE: Perhaps our Maximum Leader is up to the task.

UPDATE DEUX: Make that one and seven at home.

"Nnnrryaarrrhhh....Frank Robinson! Welcome to your house of pain! You are the devil's beyotch now! Grab INDC Bill's six! Blaaaaugggghh......"