I said: Win it for Remy. Not: Completely forget how to pitch for Remy.
That was ugly. The last time that they played the Yankees they couldn't get a hit to save their lives and this time around they could hit but they couldn't pitch.
But you know what? I'm surprisingly okay tonight. It used to be that losses to the Yankees were soul-crushing, tortuous affairs that resulted in the rending of clothing, the throwing of things at the television, the pulling of hair, and hiding in a corner wishing that it would just be over. And other sorts of general distress. Tonight? Meh. Whatever. The chances of them winning the division were pretty slim to begin with. The focus should be on winning two out of every three and getting their ninety-six wins that that would result in.
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