Regardless is you’re playing 20, 75 or 162, there are some days when the entire team just doesn’t have ‘it’.

There’s always things to blame.

Blame the flight down, the bus ride or the feel of the visitors locker room.

Blame the 5-alarm chili that B-pip’s sister in law’s cousin made for the team that made it in the locker room because of all the grief we give him.

Blame the big win from last night, the bigger loss from last night, the pressure of repeating (or not repeating) what just happened.

Blame it the guys in the other dugout, the Boys in Blue who clearly had it out for us or the hostile fans that have been riding us since we arrived.

Blame the fact that you’ve been alone for months, ever since she said “Get out!” and you don’t know what to do next. Blame the fact that you didn’t get out in the middle of the night and had to face that awkward moment in the morning.

Or that she didn’t get out as you expected.

You never expect a loss, but dealing with it is always the same.