Holy freaking crap

So I stayed in tonight for three reasons: 1) it's raining, 2) I already drank for a couple hours during Happy Hour, and 3) I'm going out tomorrow night and it's harrowing to try to drink three nights in a row (I drank last night). So I figured I'd stay in, enjoy some MLB.TV and track my fantasy baseball playoff match, until.....I found out I screwed myself over after getting screwed last night.

I was leading my match, 6-4, last night until Matt "F'ing" Cain took the hill and gave up five earned runs on six hits in the FIRST INNING!!!!....against the PADRES!!!!....at PETCO PARK!!!!!! Enough for the exclamation marks, but Cain's horrific outing pushed my ERA and WHIP sky-high, past my opponent (Tunez) and possibly too high to come back for victory.

I had planned on starting a few pitchers each of the next few days to try to bring my ERA and WHIP down, or at least to catch up in wins and strikeouts, but I made a major, major no-no tonight. I didn't check my starters who were on the bench to make sure they weren't starting tonight. And after rosters locked, I noticed Aaron Harang was toeing the rubber tonight. Major "doh!" He pitched seven innings, gave up zero earned runs on four hits, exactly the type of outing I needed to catch up to Tunez. But I'm an idiot, was drinking and working and didn't follow through. And that's why I'm going to lose in the first round and not defend my championship.

Between this and getting knocked out of the first round of my other ESPN baseball league because of some bullshit tiebreaker rule that rewards higher seeds, I might not sleep well all fall/winter/spring. Holy...freaking...crap.