A marathon for Snell and my arse hurts...

At least they played hard. The thought ran through my mind on Monday morning after a tough Sunday loss. Strawberry was preparing coffee as I flicked on the TV.
We went for a little walk out on 7th and enjoyed the ghostly feeling of 7th Avenue on a Monday morning. The rare game of Boston's Marathon at 11:00AM. Thank Christ not every game starts at this time.
"You watchin' the game baby?" Strawberry asked.
"Yes baby,"

Steven Wright goes up against Blake Snell. I was already nervous. The knuckleballer gave up two runs in the top of the first. Rays have a shot! We can salvage a win! Bottom of the 1st. Hanley Ramirez singles in ole' Peady. 2-1 Rays. Okay. Snell limits the damage. Bottom of the 2nd. One down. Runners on. Grounder hit to Tim Beckham who flips to Brad Miller for a double play to second and DROPS THE FUCKING BALL. It's more routine than watching kids take grounder out at Temple Terrace Little League. "I just dropped the ball," Miller would later admit in a post game interview.
Embarrassing.
Naturally, Snell loses his mind, gives up another run and let Boston take a commanding 4-2 lead.
Wright settled in nicely and went 6.0 IP. Around the 7th Souza Jr. singles in a run and leaves runners in scoring position. They intentionally walk Longo putting us in a perfect spot UNTIL Kevin Kiermaier and Brad Miller strike out swinging. What else is new? LoMo to the plate. Battles Ben Taylor and flies out to end the inning and essentially the game as Craig Kimbrel does what he does best, slam the door and Longo goes out with a few words. Probably, "why do I keep striking out umpire?"
Ugh. Another loss. Another ONE RUN loss. The Yankees are on an 8 game win streak. It's sickening and annoying to watch. The Rays are playing awfully sloppy baseball and things better tighten up.
"I just need to stay in the zone, I know that's what I have to do," Snell remarks in a post game interview.
Why don't you do it bubba?
Judging by the facial expression on Brad Miller's face, he was pretty embarrassed but what does it matter? He makes triple digits to drop baseballs and strike out at a high rate. The road trip ends on a 1-6 note and below .500. Does life get any better? There is an incredible strike out rate the Rays are on that are at a franchise record that flees my mind but it's substantially bad. Detroit comes into town Tuesday. Andriese v. Fulmer. Kill me now.

I threw a bottle at the wall and nearly killed the cat.
"Calm down," Strawberry yelled.
"Sorry,"
She eased the pain by getting us outside and into a Cuban joint with good palomilla steak sandwiches.
"I want kids," Strawberry muttered.
"Why can't they just win?"