I’m sure I’ve witnessed worse weeks of baseball in my many years of watching baseball, but I can’t seem to recall any. That was torture.

Pounding the Red Sox in the first game of the week might have seemed fun, but it apparently unleashed a demon to curse the Blue Jays. Nothing has gone right and everything has gone wrong.

Well, most things went wrong:

Watching Vlad Jr. emerge this season has been a bright spot and he certainly gave everything to try to push his team to end the losing streak, but his heroic homers happening in games where the bullpen surrenders back to back bases loaded walks to lose the game feels particularly bleak.

Ryu and Ray having great starts and the bats came through with timely hits, but it wasn’t enough. Ross Stripling held the Rays down while the bats got to work in today’s effort. Late homers from Guerrero and Marcus Semien proved fruitless, as the bullpen, once again, had nothing left in the tank.

This, plus the stands being full of Tampa fans because they are in Dunedin, just added to the misery.

It was baseball imagined by Franz Kafka. The Jays were being punished for an unknown crime, enforced by a distant, unfathomable, and maddening authority (in this case, Rob Manfred’s runner on second rule in extras was particularly vexing.) Everything seemed designed to make this team fail—every time the Jays mustered any kind of comeback, the Rays pushed back and then some—to the point of absurdity.

It was endless and exhausting. I’m so glad it’s done.

If only something came along to distract us.