Listened to a good game.

Went into a meeting.

Came back to Giants striking out, trailing in the ninth inning.

Understood that a passed ball was involved.

Gritted my teeth in rage.

Yelled "Three runs against Matt Palmer?!?!" to my computer screen.

Sobbed.

Regurgitated a bit.

This team is killing me. I predict this frustration will last until the next time they look like a good team, at which point I'll start believing in them again. Then they'll lose five in a row, and I'll write, "This team is killing me." That will last until a stretch in which they look like a good team. Then I'll start believing in them again, but that will only last until they score six runs over a span of seven games, and I'll write, "This team is killing me."

A boxscore, for you self-loathing types.