I explain why it's my fault why we got eliminated.

I admit it. I take full credit for what happened in the past week. Heck, I take credit for what's happened over the past month. Since I stopped blogging the Cards went 13-16 (.448)... well... technically 13-19 if you include the charade of a playoff run we attempted in LA. When Rockin' the Red was kickin', the BlogBirds went a healthy 78-56 (.582) and were the team to beat. I pretty much left off while the Dave Duncan drama-party was still in fashion, and, although that storyline has seemed to pass faster than Tony Romo passing on Britney Spears before Jessica Simpson, it still feels very awkward to witness how the season ended.

There's not a greater word to describe the ending, I feel, other than awkward. You can awkwardly meet an ex-girlfriend in the grocery store line. You can awkwardly pee in your pants on a school bus. You can awkwardly get hit in the crotch while trying to catch a fly ball to send the series back to St. Louis. You can awkwardly leave post-season play in three-straight, after being the heavy favorite and selling a good deal of the farm to assume so much.

I wish I had a great motivational speech to stir about optimism within our hearts and make us feel good again, but, alas, it's still a little awkward and I don't know if I'm ready to go down that road just yet.