Must Win tonight
Digg It!
Sad day in Mudville. The Phils blow a chance to make up on the Mets, and the Padres come from behind to win in the 9th, putting us one back in the playoff race. Funny how fast we can go from "This is our year!' to "Here we go again." Took about 15 pitches last night, until that pathetic excuse for an umpire gave Texeira 4 strikes and he blasted one out of the ballpark after strike 3. A nice comeback to take the lead, and you heard Harry bust out his playoff voice when Werth launched that homer. Chicken skin when I heard his call. But anytime your season is on the line and you are forced to turn to Geoff Freaking Geary, you know you're in trouble. Tonight is essentially a Game 7. Lose, and we're done.
Halfway around the world I am, yet I can still hear the Hate-a-delph bile rising in the gullets of many a resident and ball fan.
Do you know why it's "funny how fast we can go from 'This is our year!' to 'Here we go again.'" Because this is baseball, and the season isn't over until it's over, just as the one ball game isn't over until it's over. And you Philly fans, every year, have expectations that rise and fall with every pitch.
I have literally seen games where the Phils earn a three run lead and fans go, "Oh, yeah, they're looking good. Keep 'em coming." Then the opposition scores a run and it's "Well, here we go, right? They'll blow it any minute now."
Philly fans, you must cheer until the very end and never lose heart! Your bad karma and disgruntlement is what destroys your chances every year! That's why no one wants to play there, and why every single sports columnist and commentator in the country still lambastes you as the city that threw snowballs at Santa Claus.
Amen.
And we did win. And the Mets lost. It ain't over yet.