OK. I'm tried of crying and getting nauseous over this crap-noodle game. It totally stinked-stank-stunk. Let's get ready for tomorrow, and I hope there's some soul-searching in the clubhouse after this last bunch of malodorous efforts.
I'm not going to blame Murphy (except maybe for the Seigler/Durbin thing). We have only the players the front office gives us, and those clods need to show they deserve to be here. So far they ain't done so.