I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. We know the offense is unfit to start and our bench is unfit to pinch hit, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had no hits and five walks, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad — worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my DVR and my TV and my iPad and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad!