I have not had what used to be called in the old days, "Pirate fever," since 1992. It's been well-documented on my blog over the years. Long story short: My dog's name is Sidney Bream. But as a quiet observer, it is apparent to even my critical, unbelieving eyes that the young Pirates are playing well for the first time since, well, 1992. And while I still remain a lover scorned, sometimes I do feel a bit of the sniffles coming on.