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.
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.