I‘m not sad, I’m angry. We have a ****** owner and a pretty piss poor front office. I know baseball will baseball, and higher payrolls don’t guarantee anything, but there are no excuses for this team to be looking up at the Milwaukee horsefeathers Brewers, regardless of Andrew horsefeathers Vaughn turning into Babe Ruth and Kyle Tucker devolving into Ian Happ. I don’t care that they made the playoffs; the frustration of yet another season where the offense absolutely horsefeathers the bed far exceeds any pleasure derived from watching October baseball with no real confidence in their ability to make a deep run. Thanks for allowing a meatball to meatball. Rant over.