I have gotten over being drunk zen and am now mired in grouchiness. Nine outs away, seven run lead, and the Devil Rays bullpen decides to show up. It was like I was having flashbacks of last season and, let me tell you, I DID NOT LIKE IT. I am now embracing conspiracy theories where the Rays wanted to win so I could record it on my TiVo*, or Joe Maddon wanted to win in front of the home fans for the celebration squee, or that in the middle of the seventh SOMEBODY went to sleep.
But the truth is that the bullpen sucked and lost the game, but we still have two more chances to win one game. And maybe, just maybe, if I repeat that over and over to myself I will calm down and stop overreacting.
Oh, I should note that I am upset about the loss, but not about to jump out a window or anything. Again: TWO MORE CHANCES. AT HOME. So there is no reason to keep calling or sending me emails, people. I’m not going to shoot myself in the head or something.
After all, it’s just a game.
HAHAHAHAHAHARIGHT.
* Because I was not home, and I will not set the game to record, as that would be jinxy, but after the game is over when I am actually there, I can press record so as to get the previous half hour through the end. This is what I did with Jon Lester’s no-no.