This Charred Ruin Of A Season is not a Devil Ray

The Red Sox were at the Trop last night and lit into our bullpen. Final score, 7-1 Boston. Frankly, I’m running out of bluster. With August just around the corner, we’ve only won 38 games. This was supposed to be the year that things finally turned around and instead they got worse. In the storied history of this franchise, this year ranks as the hardest to take. As the season unfolded, our expectations were very high, The World Series, right? Why not? Stranger things have happened. But no, it wouldn’t be that easy. Misery piled upon indignity, game after game, loss after loss… Finally, it destroyed us. It dulled that flickering chalice of hope that we clasped and sent us to our ruin. At this point, the Wildcard might be our only hope.

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