My ability to avoid knee-jerking over the last half dozen years has improved from 30-grade to maybe 60. I’ll still get caught up in win streak, and a bullpen meltdown will still punch me in the gut, but I’ve gotten a little better about taming the overreaction impulse.
That said . . . .
I’ve really hated these last two losses.
A lot.
I’ve hated them because Texas is now 11-22 against its own division — and that includes a winning record (4-2) against Houston.
I’ve hated them because my wish for failure to descend upon the sorry Angels franchise knows no season.