God is dead. Or maybe he/she never existed to begin with. Or, most likely, it's alive and watching this whole sordid scene unfold with depraved indifference. It hates you, cares little for your feelings and finds your suffering comical.
Am I the only person who thinks that the Indians would have had a better chance in this series if they didn't insist on sending Mark Ruffalo out to first base every game?