No joy in Moundville

Why did I turn on the ball game while washing dishes last night? What made me think we could win even one of three games against a vastly inferior team? And why'd they have to suck me in by holding on to that one-run lead for so long only to piss it away in spectacular style? It's hard to remember when I last saw such miserable pitching in Wrigley; it's like Isringhausen completely forgot what it was like to throw a ball over the plate. How am I going to survive the slings and arrows in the office today?