Night Owl Cards

The postseason has transformed into a pile of crap, just as I suspected . It's the continuation of a horrid cycle that began in 2009, in which the two teams that I hate more than any other keep showing up and winning the World Series without any regard for the fact that I've despised them since I was 10. And I'm really sick of the "jolly good show" comments from the likes of MLB and the MLB Network about how terrific the games have been, as if they don't have anything to sell. A party in which nobody attends except your enemies is not a party, no matter how fantastic the caterer is. No, it's a great big colorful suckfest. I'm reduced to rooting for the Tigers, who have almost no chance because their bullpen is made out of kerosene and a few of Jim Leyland's discarded, still-lit cigarettes. It's depressing, and I probably won't watch but a few snippets of the rest of the playoffs. And that's depressing, too. And what do I do...