Remember that Mel Gibson movie "Braveheart"?
The part at the end where old Mel's having his insides ripped out and wound around that wheel?
That's what the end of this revolting 4-7 loss to the Dodgers felt like.
I can't take these games any more this year.
These are the games that happen in July.
Games that don't matter.
Probably I'll calm down tomorrow and I'll be all, "we shouldn't mess with success, this has been the formula, Dempster's the closer."
But right now my guts are all over the living room.
I can handle loss.
I can't handle collapse.
I'm a wreck because of ONE STUPID GAME.
My children are afraid to be in the room with me because they've seen me this way: I will totally Alec Baldwin at the drop of a hat.
Okay calming down.
Everything will be fine.
The Cubs play Pittsburgh next.
Pittsburgh is awful.
My friend the Communicatrix has an article about how to change up your mind to help with ideas and creativity.
You just have to think from another perspective.
Maybe I can use it to help with this stupid loss.
If you were a baker, say...or wearing a kilt - how would you deal with this loss?
If your answer is to disembowel your kilt-wearing self, you're EXACTLY correct.
Welcome to September.