So it's pretty clear that David Wright is struggling. In fact, he hasn't really looked like David Wright since not long after I bought his t-shirt.
Certainly there are other possible explanations for his struggles - the idiotic Home Run Derby fucking up his swing, the absence of mentors Joe McEwing and Cliff Floyd (even though the Mets have an incredible Joe McEwing simulation on their roster, who is roughly as worthless as the genuine article), the fact that he probably drowns his sorrows in all-nighters at Scores after grounding out to short four times a night in decidedly Piazza-esque fashion (seriously - watching Wright slump is eerily similar to what watching a Piazza slump was like). Perhaps all of it is to blame. Perhaps not.
Last year at around this time, I had to apologize to the Baseball Gods for annointing Wright "The Chosen One," which caused them to swiftly, albeit quite temporarily, fuck up his career.
Now that Wright's career seems more seriously fucked, I wonder - did I once again play some sort of karmic role in his fucked-upedness by buying that t-shirt? Last April, my arrogance was an affront to the Baseball Gods; this time, I'm not really sure how a t-shirt is tantamount to punishable hubris. How does one apologize for owning a t-shirt, other than to say that I'm sorry that Wright totally blows at the moment?
Am I trying to think in terms of a moral scheme to the baseball universe, when in fact none is applicable (or even exists)? Is this curse unthinking? If so, is the key to lifting it simply getting rid of the t-shirt?