The way this seems to work is, things go pretty good until Cliff does Mondays. Then he jinxes up the place and his mojo is so bad it lingers well into Tuesdays, regardless of how awesome I am. Then I have to recap the second loss in a row, which means I am contractually obligated to sing the song of Doom and Despair. You’d think in a game where the offense scored seven there would be upside, but no…
For the second game in a row, the pitching staff gave up crooked number after crooked number to the second worst offense in all of baseball.