Dodgers 7, Padres 0: The Padres gaze into the abyss, and the abyss gazes back.

Tonight, the Padres set a major league record, going an unfathomable twenty-seven innings without a run to start the season. There's really nothing else to say about that. It's a bad start, the kind that leads you into an existential despair that makes you want to abandon baseball all together. No one will blame you if that's what you choose to do. Me, I'm sticking through the next 159 games. Not because it will get better (though it will), or because I have some sense of duty or loyalty to my team (though I do).

No, I'm in this for the long haul because I gazed into this abyss of futility, and it gazed back at me. The emptiness is part of me now, and I go where the darkness goes. And that darkness is clearly following the Padres. So we'll be indulging in the darkness together until the day it mercifully ends.

Tomorrow is an off day, so the darkness will resume in Colorado at 1:10 PM on Friday.