Ladies, gentlemen, we stand on the brink. Before us lies the abyss, it's depths interminable. Certainly we are already lost. Lost in such a way that there is little if any hope to save this expedition. But we have not yet taken that last step off the ledge. That final step into such misery that madness would become not what we flee from, but where we seek sanctuary.
All that stands between us and this dark end is one game against the Chicago Cubs. One game that must not be lost. For if it is lost, then so too are we.