Maybe Clay Will Lead the Way.

That said, I'm very zen right now. A week or two ago, losing four games in a row would not have gone over well at all. I'd be upset: they're gonna get swept. Oh my God! The Yankees! Disaster! Panic! Right now? It's just: meh. It's because I choose to believe that they can't play this poorly for that much longer, right? Or I may be a little bit tipsy.

And if the redemptive power of A Chorus Line can't set you straight, then I'm pretty sure there's nothing that can.