I hate losing, and yesterday’s Texas Ranger game doesn’t sit well. If you’ve played enough competitive sports (and isn’t business a competitive sport?), you’re going to lose. Heck, a baseball team that wins a 100 games in a season, which is considered exceptional, is only winning 61% of the time. So, not winning everything is part of life. I get it.
But three errors in one inning, which then created an opportunity for Joey Bats to clear the bases, is pitiful. Losing to a team (a competitor) who plays better than you — I’m good with it. But shooting yourself (hmmm not a bad idea for a certain shortstop) in the foot, that just leaves a bad taste.
So, I’m going to go cry in my beer. A nice Ballast Point Sculpin IPA. That should make me feel better – at least until tonight’s game with the Dodgers and Mets. Did I mention that I hate anything New York?