Alternate titles for this post include "What the F Just Happened?!" "I Hate Oakland." "I Want to Punch Someone Right in the Mouth" and "Snatching Defeat from the Jaws of Victory."
I had to take a little self-timeout before trying to post anything, because my first attempt was little more than a string of words I wouldn't want my mother to hear me using.
Tonight was bad. It was real bad. I don't know who I feel more sorry for...those of us who stayed up and witnessed the whole miserable thing, or people who went to sleep certain of obvious victory, only to see the box score in the morning.
Maybe it's good that the game ended on such a blatantly bogus call at the plate. Cuz this way, I can focus my anger on the umpire. Although, for the record, we are more than capable of losing close games all on our own...fair and square. We don't need help from inarguably bad calls thank you very much.
And Oakland...for about 5 minutes, I actually felt sorry for you...with your 7 fans and your ugly-ass white shoes. But now...NOW...IT IS ON. I have abandoned all pity and renewed my hatred and fine-tuned my bloodlust to a fever pitch. Oakland, you must be destroyed. Take no prisoners.
I will be very disappointed if Gardy doesn't get himself ejected by the 4th inning tomorrow. There must be smack, and it must get laid the hell down.