If you had told me a month ago that I'd be cheering on Chris Carpenter and Adam Wainwright, I would have probably punched you in the mouth...

However all of that aside I couldn't be more pissed about it. After giving myself a day to calm down by watching Matt Holliday catch the ball with his nads about twenty times, I've begun to pray to the baseball gods that the Dodgers lose. I was entertaining the thought of the Dodgers losing three games in a row and shoving it in those smug faces. And yet a part of me doesn't want to hope because I don't want to be disappointed (again) this season.

But let me say this: Cardinals...get your fucking act together now.

Pooholes hasn't been the great almost MVP we expect lately and its killing me. The baseball overlords had been kicking me while I was down, first bringing me up and hoping and believing that hey...maybe we do have a shot at this. And then they knocked me down with their elimination, kicked me in the mouth with keeping the Rockies in the playoffs and spit on me for good measure by letting the Dodgers take the NL West.

If the rest of the post season continues like this I just may have to kill myself. I want the assholes in New York to lose (that ain't looking good now) and even though it still stings to think about the Angels, I'd rather have them than Boston. The Phillies and Cardinals need to stop this shit right now and get their heads back in the game.

With all those men on base in the Cards game and no one to bring them in it was like I was watching the damn Gigantes (and yes it killed me every single time). The only way things could get worse is if New York and LA play in the world series. I think I would spontaneously combust.

So please....give me something, throw me a bone here.

This is my olive branch to you baseball gods, please accept it.