I missed the game (though I tried to get my best friend's parents to put it on at her backyard birthday BBQ party, but to no avail, sadly), and so was left at the mercy of my mlb.com text messages.  This is NOT as much fun as it might sound.

Watched it later that night, because I guess I just felt like torturing myself with what I already knew was a heartbreaker of a loss.  Well, I got what I was aiming for alright.  Wow, was that NOT fun.

The Bullpen: #$%&*%$#$%&*!  Can you guys pull yourselves together, please???!!!  Hey Mota, don't leave yet... you forgot to make Tom Glavine's 10 year-old son cry again!  Wait, come on back, there's still time!

Paul LoDuca is hurt?  Well, I hate to sound all panicky and pessimistic, but... I'm getting #$$%& panicky and a little bit @#$%&* pessimistic right about now.  With the offense NOT playing like it is capable of playing, the last thing we need is to lose LoDuca, who I have lots and lots of confidence in at the plate, not to mention his defense.  :pouting:  Please get well soon, Duke!

:glares at bullpen:

:sits in corner pouting, cradling Giant Foam Finger in arms and rocking back and forth: