Yes, you. It wasn’t the Cozart Error, or Latos giving up the grand slam, or 400 runners left on base, or Dusty Baker’s shit-tastic in-game management skills. It was you, personally. It is your fault that the Reds lost, whoever you might be, and I will probably never forgive you.
(As a side note, it’s also frustrating that it’s so difficult for me to hate Buster Posey. I’d really like to, but he’s just so little-brother looking. I feel like I should make him some hot cocoa and give him advice on his girl problems.)
I still love this team for not giving up, though. As ridiculous as the left-on-base numbers in the last half of the game were, it would’ve been twice as bad had no one gotten on base in the first place. There have been Reds teams in the past that looked like they had given up after doing something like giving up 6 runs in one inning. This team didn’t quit. They hit, and they pitched, and they clawed back four runs. They pushed this game to its limit, and made it count until the very last out. I wish we were going to be playing this weekend, but I am so goddamn proud of this team.