Again, I'm not getting it done, ... It's frustrating. I've been trying to figure it out all year. It's one of those things I can't explain. I'm embarrassing myself. I'd like to just crawl into a hole and forget what's happened.

It's a matter of running a tight ship and pounding home the idea that baseball needs to be played the right way. The only thing he asks is you come [in] and bust your [tail]. Show up when you're supposed to. Do what you're supposed to.

I felt good, and we persevered.

The ball finds holes, takes funny bounces, but there are no excuses.

I struggled to get the ball down. I got steamrolled again. One thing led to another.

I'm not getting it done, ... It's frustrating. I try to give it everything I can every time out. But it hasn't worked out.