Six losses in a row have been painful, but also increasingly hard to watch with each game. Last night's loss, with the Don Mattingly Misstep and yet another ill-fated appearance by George Sherrill, was in all likelihood the capper on this season for the Dodgers. Coming out of the All-Star Break, we were tied for second and two games back of the Padres. We're now solidly in fourth place in the NL West, six games back. What's worse, we've served as a springboard for the Cardinals, whose sweepage helped lift them into first place in the Central, as well as the hated Giants, who are now contending in the West in second place.
What. The Fuck.
I haven't been able to catch the last six games--thankfully--but even on GameDay the pain of these gut-wrenching come-from-ahead losses has very effectively been illuminated through my little computer screen. I can't imagine how this must be for those watching the game on television or at the Stadium.
I prayed for a streak coming out of the All-Star Break. I just didn't think this streak would happen.
Sorry for the stream of consciousness. I'll post more later today, probably picking apart the individuals on the team. Right now, though, my frustration is largely at the whole entity, which seems to a rudderless helicopter spinning around frantically in circles before its inevitable fiery crash to the ground.