Heartbreaker.

Going into the weekend, I had the sense that this was it; the season was going to be left on the field in New York. Theo's real team couldn't compete with the Orioles or the Royals or Cleveland, what hope did the Kevin Youkilis-less lineup cobbled together from spit and bits of spare twine have against New York?

And then they went and won the first game. My inner Pollyanna (she's not particularly good at controlling herself) was thrilled and envisioned a four-game sweep and the team being right back in the thick of things. And now? Now she's just bummed.

At least work will be a distraction from the disaster that tomorrow will undoubtedly turn out to be.