I’m holding onto my mistake, to my error, to the singular way in one day that I let down the team, let down Skip, let down this city.

I will admit that the failure is mine. I’ve never attempted to look elsewhere for the blame. But the true fear is this infects the rest of the roster.

Yes, there was more to the game after my mistake. But it was clearly the turning point, regardless the fans realized it it was realized within our dugout and in the clubhouse.

And afterwards, we trudged through the same motions as on any day. And we returned the next day, adamant to put it behind us and move on.

And as adamant as we all might have been. As many times as you look at a calendar and remember there are over 100 more days similar to this one in the future, the mission is to make sure what happened yesterday doesn’t pollute the mindset of today.

So instead of focusing on the miracle that is another breathtaking sunrise, another sunny day and the awe-inspiring sights of the evening; we tend to focus on yesterday.

Even if yesterday is a week ago.

That’s how a losing streak stretches from two games to six. And sadly, it will take all of us looking up and remembering all that is good to forget what’s been bad from before.

What’s even sadder is it’s easier said than done.