24 games to go.
The only thing that’s been consistent is inconsistency. Within a game and within a run of games.
You give up hope. And they spark it again. Your hope builds. And they shoot it down like a fair weather balloon that’s gone far afield.
I don’t have an answer. Nor a prescription. Perhaps the simplest answer is that maybe they’re just not good enough. When you’re winning a championship, being this far over the cap makes a crazy kind of sense. But when you’re homing in on .500 as if it’s true north, being this far over the cap begins to look like putting manacles on your own arms and legs.