By now you probably know that Hooks and I show some negativity every once in a while. I'm probably a little more positive than he is, seeing how I had faith in the Cardinals' front office signing someone significant last off-season (instead of waiting until July, realizing how easy it would be to win the division, mumbling "Ah, fuck" under their breaths, and trading away some kids to make a shoula-been-a-lot-longer-than-four-days post-season run). Trevor Miller wasn't the "big name" I was looking for, to say the least.
Not to mention, I've been in the "Cardinals will land Holliday" camp since the Joe Strauss article a few weeks ago, if for no reason other than by default, because no one else seems interested.
But long story short, saying that I'm a more positive person than Hooks is like saying Amy Winehouse is sexier than Kirstie Alley.
So did you really expect us to come up with warm, fuzzy decade retrospective posts about the Cardinals this week? Don't get me wrong, we wouldn't bother writing crap every day about this team if we didn't live and die with them. But it's always fun to look back at the failures; things like this make the victories sweeter. Or I'm a jerk, one of the two.