I don't want the Rays to win the World Series. I didn't want them to win before Game 1, and I ESPECIALLY don't want them to win it now that they're down three games to none, because I don't want any team other than the 2004 Red Sox to ever win after being down three games to none ever again. This is very important to me.
Having said that, my God, Rays, please win tonight. There are few more depressing days than the first few days after the baseball season ends, when the rhythm that has dictated your life since late March suddenly disappears. You don't notice its absence on the first day after the series. Maybe you don't notice it on the second day, either. But that third day is brutal. The third day brings that realization that the foreseeable future is dark and cold and has nothing for you at 7:10 PM on a Tuesday night.
Moreover, it's been a lackluster postseason and we deserve a good series. Griffin Jax will take the mound at 8 on FOX for the Rays to try to give us one. He'll be opposed by … wait, really? This isn't a typo or some kind of Mandela Effect thing going on? Really? REALLY? Okay, sure, whatever. Life is mysterious and unknowable, I guess … Dustin May.
