On the day when the team got horrible news in the form of a looming Garrett Richards Tommy John surgery, and also dealt with an Andrew Heaney DL stint on the horizon, there was enough doom and gloom vibe in the air to fuel a thousand rants, and then at around noon or 1pm it hit me: there is still a game to be played today. The problem? Things were already bad enough, and a game meant the possibility of a loss, and a loss means the possibility of this terrible excuse of a day to get even worse.
Angels lose to Rays, but they have a selfie stick record and that's all that matters
