Poor Chris Snyder

Seriously, just what does the guy have to do to win a ball game? After a very uncharacteristic passed ball on strike three requires a fourth out in the inning, he makes up for it, coming back later in the game to smash a two-run homer that ties the game at 4-4. He roars into the dugout screaming, obviously pumped and desperate to inject a little fire into his team.

"Let's go!" he screams, tearing down the steps and into the arms of his waiting teammates. But the Diamondbacks fail to add on and in the bottom of the ninth with the score still tied, the go-ahead run crosses the plate when the throw from right field isn't quick enough to give Snyder enough time to make the catch and then twist his body, turning around in a desperate attempt to make the tag. Giants win.

Poor Chris Snyder.

And in the meantime, the Dodgers are getting tired of these of the motherfucking snakes on their motherfucking pennant race and move 2.5 games up.

Raise your hand if you need a drink

It's been a little quiet in these parts recently. I don't think Trinity has been able to get as many Red Sox games and as for me, I got so caught up in that whole Olympics thing, I haven't seen as much baseball.

But as for the games I have seen, well....

Let's just say that I want to throw myself on my sword to make the pain stop. You know, if I had a sword.

I expect the Diamondbacks feel the same way. They've been very messily swept by the Dodgers and are now a game and half back from first. Nothing has gone well for the Dbacks. It's been the usual suspects: fielding, hitting, relief pitching but where before starting pitching could be relied on to keep the team in it, that too has slowly collapsed (like a flan in a cupboard). Webb's had three awful starts in a row and I don't even know what's up with Haren. He's not happy though, you can tell. Watching him in the dugout the other night during his start against the Dodgers, I kept expecting smoke to come out of his ears.

The whole team's that way, playing frustrated and upset. Maybe this is a complete mental breakdown for the team. Wouldn't surprise me - the air has clearly gone out of the team. Tonight they face the Giants and Lincecum, the most emo boy to ever pitch in the majors. In a way, it's appropriate. Time to send someone else crying to the corner.