Let's face it: In a game between two great teams, where both teams put forth a great starting pitcher, the chance for either of those teams to win is near-perfectly equal. There is, quite in fact, a 50 percent chance the Rays 2013 season ends today. How would that make you feel (other than sad)?
There was a cold start, a hot midpoint, a cold and hot September. There was Jeff Niemann, gone before it began; Robert Hernandez never aspiring to what his K/BB distribution suggested; James Loney hitting like an All-Star for half a season, then a Quad-A second baseman for another half. There was Hak-Ju Lee and Brandon Guyer; there were weeks and weeks of watching Wil Myers in Triple-A. There was the Yankees, leading the division; the Red Sox, leading the division; the Rays, leading the division -- and now this. This coin flip.
If it ended this morning, if the season woke up today, but woke up dead -- no game tonight, no more post season, would you be happy? Would you be satisfied with this moment?
If the season ended before this game started, how would you feel? In other words: Up to this exact moment, are you satisfied with your choice, as a fan, to devote so much time and thought and energy to this team and this season?
This poll is closed
I am ever-pleased.
I am fine with it.
I am a pulsing orange hue of neutrality.
I am winged with frustration.
I am become rough and thrashed like a stone in the depths of a river.
I am done with baseball; I am baseball fan no more.
I am wandering, a leaf wafting through the valley, high above the ground, never too heavy to be hurt upon descent.
I am alternating, a rusty engine burping out the thick smoke of contemplation.