To my friend last night after the nightmare:

that's exactly the first half of the season. 21-20. 42-40 over 82 games. what can i do? they're my team. wish 601 biscayne did something about it.  but the power there is the octogenarian great-grand-godfather in his dotage and a spell-bound servant. wish the carpal-tunnel afflicted wretches and we fans knew and cared enough to make a stink, but he has sprinkled star dust in our eyes, too.