So I was toying, early on in this game, with the idea of just making up a happy fiction for us all about how this game went. Then it started to look like it might not be necessary. Then it started to seem very much necessary. Then, at the very end, not so much again. Hell, I was even toying with writing this damn thing in rhyming couplets or something. But no. I wound up watching until the end, and it wasn’t even bitter, really, when it arrived. I think it’s kinda like how one gets used to nasty smells after a few continuous minutes of being exposed to them.
Diamondbacks 3, Los Angeles 6: The Banality of Suck
