Blarrrgh!

It was only one game.

It sure doesn't feel like it, but it was only one game.

That doesn't make me feel much better today after watching the baseball equivalent of the vomit comet, the 2008 New York Mets, invent a new way to lose a game. Give up 6 runs in the top of the 9th? No problem. Go get 'em, Duaner. Smith! What the hell were doing out there? Thank god Jose bailed you out. Pedro, go get this thing back on track. There you go. That's how you do it.

But it was only one game. I just wish my guts would realize that.