Change Clothes and Go
The bottom line is that today followed yesterday, and there are more games to play. The slate can be wiped clean. This doesn't mean it will be, but it can be. And as long as there are outs left in the season, it's worth it to me to watch.
With each new spin of the globe, there's the possibility that the day will see another humiliation like yesterday's. But there's also the tantalizing odds that there will be a game like Friday's, something that goes beyond ball and stick and dirt the way music goes beyond ink and page and brass or wood.
Like any gamble, the danger of losing and the exultation of beating the odds is addictive. Coming down is awful, but we're never able to refuse the high. Two times out of three we might be soundly beaten. But there's always the chance that what will happen will be so miraculous, so wildly gratifying, that we have no choice but to continue despite futility and frustration.
Therein lies the beauty of a truly cruel game.