And you’re right about poor Clay Rapada. It’s so easy to focus on our own disappointment as fans when things like this happen. I’m not ashamed to admit that my mood took a serious turn when Rapada threw that ball into center and Robertson gave up the game-winner a few moments later. But watching both guys stand up in front of the New York media after the game certainly put things in perspective. While I would have preferred if Robertson had simply said something like, “I get paid to get outs, and I didn’t do that tonight. End of story,” I understood his frustration at not knowing how he was going to be used.

And Rapada? His glistening, red-rimmed eyes said volumes more than anything that came out of his mouth. Sure, there’s pressure on the big money players, but what about a 31-year-old career middle reliever who’s spent much more time in the minors than the majors? That’s pressure.

Seeing your by-line easily softened the sting of this nasty loss.

Welcome back.

Still makes me sick to my stomach to remember that more than 10 years later …

but *great* to come home to an emma recap!

miss you, lady!!!

Funny but true. Very enjoyable recap, thanks.