I had it all planned out. Going into The Trop under the assumption the Rays would win the home finale and take the series from the White Sox, I scribed a rough draft on how the last game of the season is bitter sweet. Yet I left Tropicana Field yesterday feeling, well…just bitter. Watching Tampa Bay get no hit into the sixth inning — while also simultaneously getting pounded into submission — surely wasn’t what I envisioned en route to the ballpark. If anything, the final pitch of the game made me happy that the 36-45 nightmare, that was the Rays at home this season, was over.