Being forcibly rational in the face of the week and a half the Cubs have just had is borderline intolerable.
I could say that Madison Bumgarner is just good, and that’s something that happens. But I’d rather scream.
I could say that the Cubs continue to put really good wood on the ball and it’s just not falling in. But I’d rather punch a wall.
I could say that Kyle Hendricks and the bullpen were solid tonight, and the pitching has been very good for a long time. But I’d rather kick a pony.
And I could go on with the confluence of things that have led the Cubs to so many losses in the last 10 days that don’t necessarily reflect their true talent or predict doom for the future. But I don’t feel like it.
Tonight, the Cubs loaded the bases in the first inning against Madison Bumgarner, but couldn’t push a run across. From there, they didn’t really have much in the way of a scoring opportunity until the 8th inning, when it looked like they were going to have two on and one out, but an objectively terrible call on Javy Baez being outside the baseline (and then a bad luck placement rocket liner from Kris Bryant ended that).
I know the season is long. I know there will be good times again. I know that these times always come, and they often barely feel like a blip by the time the season’s end rolls around. But, eff, man. I’m ready for a stretch where I don’t have to give myself permission every damn night to be pissed off for a while and then get over it.