It’s kind of freeing to be at this point in the season, when both we and the Angels are effectively out of contention, and playing a game that was essentially meaningless in terms of making it into the rather dubiously expanded 2020 postseason. No expectations, no hail-mary hopes, no soul-crushing fear that those hopes would be dashed by a late-inning meltdown or what have you. Let’s just play baseball, enjoy it for what it is, and not worry at all about the ultimate outcome, right?
Yeah, right. That was my feeling, that was my Zen before first pitch.