April is the cruelest month, breeding
Shutouts out of the dead land.
Mixing memory [painful memory of 2008] and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring training.
Winter kept us hopeful, covering
ah… screw it…

We got our butts handed to us by the Barves this series.

I caught most of it on the phone from Pacifica. 9-0. I took Austin down to the beach and watched Gio struggle in the first few innings while tossing the tennis ball to the little Q-tip.

As we advanced farther into the game, it brought back memories of July 20, last year, when the Nats blew a 9-0 lead, to end up losing the game (I watched that one from a bar).

That didn’t happen today.

It’s April, and that’s the take away today. It’s April, and we don’t get upset about bad stuff that happens this early in the season.

Still.

Hate this.