You do everything you possibly can. You see what’s in front of you and you say that you’re going to do everything you can to reverse it. And you fall short. What satisfaction is left? Knowing that you won just one game fewer than last year and still won’t make the postseason despite an extra playoff spot being added? Another win to separate you from the winner of the second National League Wild Card team who will finish several games worse than you? Another win to make you wonder what could have been? Do you want to win to disparage the team that came out of nowhere this year and had everything go right for them seemingly just to spite you? Do you want to win to ease the frustration of a season that at times looked so promising yet will finish fruitless? Do you want to give your fans one last thing to watch knowing that it all means nothing anyway? Do you want to show all the teams you feel like you could have beaten in a postseason series just how lucky they are that they didn’t make it? The Rays will play hard. They always do, at least on the surface. They’ll play, maybe they’ll win, and the frustration will just continue to build.