Is my enthusiasm dampened? Not at all. Okay, yes, a little bit. I didn’t want us to lose again ever, but somewhere deep down, I knew it had to happen. No matter. One day, two losses, but losses that were reasonable losses. We showed up. We played well. Each day makes us stronger and more experienced.

The stinking Red Sox and Ys are creeping up on us, but we’re still in first and we ain’t moving.

I said, we ain’t movin!

Edit: This post was written without the aid of Xanax, which happily, was never needed.