Last night's game is weighing on me like a ton of bricks. I just cannot seem to let the pain go. In memory of my pain, I have coined a new phrase.... Abu Ghraibed. The Mets were Abu Ghraibed by the Yankees. Yes, it was that painful, horrible and traumatic. Hopefully I will forget, but I fear that it will stick with me since I am one of the victims too.
I guess it was also like bottoming out. Tonight's 8-1 win is someone else's Abu Ghraib.
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