I was really disappointed with the loss last night.
Not for any of the obvious reasons.
I was mostly disappointed because I had convinced myself that I'd stumbled upon a new bullpen-centric good luck ritual to ensure a win.
It worked on Friday. I forgot about it on Saturday. I remembered on Sunday. Forgot on Tuesday.
Coincidence? Not possible.
But I remembered yesterday! Right until the last minute, I was absolutely certain that things would go our way. I did what I was supposed to do.
And then, to make matters worse, I was at work during the game, and my boss was trying out a new mp3 FM transmitter she got. Right at the exact moment Toronto won the game, "Cherry Pie" started playing. I am not making this up. I assume that this was simply a case of the Universe taunting me.
I'm keeping the precise details of my good luck ritual a secret for now, because I haven't quite given up on it. I think it just needs some tweaking. I will tinker with it today, and see where that gets us.
I hope it works, because losing gives me Garza-face. "Garza-face" is what I have dubbed this particular affliction: