last nite was easily the most painful loss of the season. basically, we traded closers with the fish. ours didn't get it done. then theirs, a man so unloved he was annointed with one of the most comical nicknames ever, "Harmando Boonitez," came on and shut us down for like the 10th time this season. a sad nite at shea, witnessed by an embarassingly small crowd.
that being said, it's important to keep things in perspective. before the season i hoped this team could get to .500, and that basically entails a loss every other day, which is what we're getting.
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