This Indians season, thus far, is beyond frustrating. I don't even know what to say about it. Nothing's working. No facet of the team is performing. Any time two of the three aspects of the club show up, the other loses the game. We haven't gotten one single fucking break all year long. Mark DeRosa, Jhonny Peralta, Cliff Lee, and Fausto Carmona are destroying the FCF fantasy team. Everything bounces the other way. CV Bucknor makes us get Mike Lowell out three times to record one out. Nothing drops for us. Everything drops for them. We're routinely called out on strikes on balls a foot outside of the zone. This is killing me. I can't even enjoy the Cavs. I'm glad I didn't see any red sox fans wandering around my neighborhood tonight tonight because I'd want to punch every single one of them in their smug fucking faces. It's 95 goddamn degrees in late April. I want to hit something. I hate baseball.