This broke my will to love baseball. I agree that I *just knew* we would lose after the incident. You could just feel how Moises' tantrum negatively impacted the entire attitude of the team. I just knew we wouldn't get out of any jam, that something terrible would happen next, and that there was *no* way we were winning a Game 7.
Follow this up with watching the Marlins beating the Yankees (that could have been
us) and then the Red Sox getting theirs shortly afterward, I just gave up.
I finally got over it and watch again this year actually, just isn't the same.