We got swept in the series. WTF happened?
Did I not believe hard enough?
Was it my fair weather fan tendencies over the course of the season? They were basically winning, so why pay too much attention, right?
Who do I blame for this? Clement imploding on the opening night of the series? Wells not being drunk enough to get the job done on the second night? Graffanino having an awful Buckner-esque bobble that night as well? Wakefield? The guys who could've got walks and tied the game tonight before Hernandez settled down?
How to screw up the Red Sox completely: Let them open with a former Cub at the beginning of the series and have to face a former Yankee at the end when they think they might rally. Then give them National League level of aggression on top of that.
They may as well have been lit on fire and left to go stiff and fetal.
Nope. I'm not bitter.
Maybe I should've made hot dogs. Maybe it was my choice of sake and edamame for dinner that threw too much good karma to Tadahito Iguchi. Maybe I shouldn't have bought the good sake.
Anyway, I'm very disappointed.
All I have to say is this: Having defeated us, the White Sox had better win the whole damn thing. Then it might be tolerable.
But not really.