And it was turing out to be such a great day...

Don't come near me.

I may throw something.

I am so friggin' pissed.

1) The Cards lost. 2) The umps sucked. 3) Why do I care?

Arrrgggghhhhh. Believe it or not, this is giving me a headache. That can't be good.

And now I'm not even going to watch the ALCS between Anaheim and Chicago. Nor am I going to watch Desperate Housewives. My whole evening is ruined. Isn't it sad when your evening can be ruined by 9 men in tight pants that you've never even met in person? Granted, I have seen John Mabry at a concert, and I've been 40 feet away from Albert Pujols at a ballgame, but for me to care about something that I play absolutely no part in, is insane! And if this were anyone else else complaining, I'd say, "Suck it up! It's just a game!". So why can't I say that to myself?

I can't even say I'm going to watch Game 5 tomorrow. If the Cards lose, at least I can say I attended the last game at Busch, since it's being demolished after this season. I have the ticket stub. But I'd rather the Cards win the next three and forget about a dumb ticket stub.

This sucks.....