Worthless and Weak

Imagine if you will, the Red Sox are scheduled to play the most dreaded of rivals, the New York Yankees. You can't remember if you've ever been this excited before, you simply can't wait for it. Now, imagine, you manage to buy tickets to game 1, at Yankee Stadium. On the day of the game, you drive from Boston down to New York in the morning, listening to Talk radio, and generally not believing that this is possibly happening. You are so happy, this is going to be one of the greatest things ever. When you get to Yankee Stadium, you look at it, take a deep breath and say to yourself, "this is it, this is the moment I've been waiting my whole life for. Here we go." And you walk into the stadium, knowing that you'll remember this day for years to come. And as you sit down, the PA system gives the following annoucement, "attention, ladies and gentlemen. The league would like to announce that, after reviewing a play at the plate in game three of the ALDS, we have determined that the Oakland Athletics were in fact the rightful victors of that game. Therefore, the competition today will not be between the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees, as advertised, but rather between the Oakland Athletics and the New York Yankees. Sorry for any inconvinience."

Thats about how I've been feeling the past week or so. Complete disbelief, something I thought that I had, I didn't. And its killing me.