Why? It’s spoiled.
You know when someone–let’s say, my wife–takes out a container from the fridge, looks at it suspiciously, opens it and then pushes it in your direction and says, “Smell, this. Is this still good?”
That’s last night’s game. The Red Sox practically rolled out the red carpet for the Yanks to beat them and yet it did not happen. Didi Gregorious hit a deep fly ball to the warning track with the bases loaded for the final out and the Yanks wasted a chance to gain a game on the Jays.
The ball looked like it had a shot and the sinking feeling that ensued was as agreeable as your wife asking you to smell a container of leftovers.
Fuck this fucking game.