What happened Tuesday is part of the tacit contract you sign at the start of every season.
The unspoken agreement between fan and team states that you agree to ride out 162 games. You agree to enjoy the thrills of a few comeback wins. And you agree to endure a handful of unspeakable losses.
So you knew Tuesday night was coming. It comes for every team and every closer in every city. An ordinary game with an ordinary score—the Giants up 6-2 in the ninth against the Pirates—completely unravels.
It's the kind of loss that makes you question the players on the field. Where’s Nick Ahmed when you need him? It's the kind of loss that makes you question the fundamental rules of the game. Automatic strike zone, anyone?
It's the kind of loss that makes you question your fandom, and that damned contract you agreed to. Or didn't.
Up next: Blake Snell (0-3, 11.57 ERA) returns to the mound, facing one of the best young pitchers in the league, Jared Jones 3-4, 2.89 ERA). Should be a good one, at 3:40 p.m.
Oh darn, I forgot to read the fine print on my Giants contract, about accepting the train wreck losses!