I'm probably the last person here to suggest this, seeing as how I'm as pessimistic as they come, but I don't feel that bad. Sure, we got blown out but I don't think yesterday was going to be our game in the first place - I could blame the officiating all I like but it just looked like the Yanks were into it and the Halos weren't, for whatever reason.

We hit CC hard in the beginning but right at people and, eventually, we just kind of tapered out. And, in the end, even though the score was 10-1, I'm not too upset about it. This morning, I was expecting myself to just kind of wallow around in dejection but I didn't, in fact, I found myself looking forward to tomorrow and Saturday.

Maybe I'm in denial or just delusional but I kind of pictured it this way (not exactly at 1-3). I saw the games going this way: one blowout, one comeback, one ugly game, and that's it. I don't see the Yanks winning one more game. Most of us picked Angels in seven, anyways, right? Well, all we need to do is win one here and two there. That doesn't seem so monumental or daunting, it seems completely do-able.

From this point on, all we have to do is play our game. Screw FOX, screw the analysts, screw the reporters, screw the umpires, screw the Yanks. We just play our game and we win. Simple as that.

So keep that champagne on ice and get that plastic out of our fucking stadium. Don't despair, Halo fans. Keep the faith and have hope. Think WE WILL WIN, not we can, and I'll see you at the parade a few weeks from now yelling my ass off.