The Yankees, my boyhood favorite team, imploded Wednesday night and lost the World Series :(

The loss caused me to suffer exquisite agony.  Exquisite Agony is a turn of phrase I rarely use, but when I do I really feel it!

It describes pain I experience in an extremely raw and gnawing way.  I feel it down to my very core.  

It is a feeling which borders on enhanced anxiety that is not sought nor frequented.  

I consider it an intense signal from my mind and body that I am alive!

Yes, 2 days later, I am still suffering the 6 outs and 5 runs the Yankees gave the Dodgers in the worst inning I ever witnessed.  

Alas, I am alive, but my beloved, inept Yankees are not!