In all honesty, what happened on Wednesday night doesn’t bother me that much.  Certainly not to the point, where pretty much everyone who knows that I love baseball, seemingly needs to give me condolences as if the dog taco died on me or something.  I love baseball and all, but it’s still, just the game of baseball in the end.  Out of a field of 30, the expectations for championships is slim every year, regardless of the accumulated talent and what so-called experts predict.

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