When I was in seventh grade, I went to this new-agey basketball camp that taught that you were supposed to talk to yourself before and after each shot you took. When you made a shot, you talked to remind yourself of the process that led to something good happening; when you missed one, you said "clear" to help you forget.
Clear. Clear clear clear.
I can't remember the last time I felt so agitated watching a game; I can barely even remember most of the details at this point. The Pirates jumped out to a 7-0 lead thanks in part to a two-run homer by Neil Walker and a great start by Xavier Paul, who the Bucs' announcers pointed out was 3-for-3 before Mets shortstop Ruben Tejada came to bat once.
And then, the Pirates proceeded to allow nine unanswered runs, thanks to ... well, let's see. A three-run homer by Carlos Beltran, a sixth inning that wouldn't end, a complete screwup of a passed ball by career minor-leaguer Dusty Brown, the Pirates running themselves into more outs on the bases, a balk call that I didn't get to see enough times to be sure I understood, Jose Veras being completely unable to find the plate (four walks, one intentional, in 0.2 innings!), Andrew McCutchen throwing the ball to the wrong base, tons and tons of two-out runs, and so on and so on.
A couple people pointed out during the game that with the 7-0 lead, the Pirates had actually scored more runs than they had allowed for the year. Well, no more, as the Pirates have now scored 216 runs and allowed 218.
Ouch. Clear clear clear clear clear.