I hate the way they're losing games. I hate that they can't score. I hate that they can't hit in the clutch. I hate when pitching's poor.
I hate that they didn't get a bat, what it seemed they needed most. I hate that they seem so tame when other teams play host.
I hate the many bad contracts—not one, but three or four. I hate that we don't seem to know who's in or out the door.
I hate the way that I can't hate them very much at all. I hate that it's so gosh-darn cold in Detroit in late fall.