Some Phillies Links For You, October 13, 2010: Don't Stop the Heaving, Smug Parade

They’re a three player team (four if you count Rasmus)

Not meant to as reply to PFriar directly, but to the spirit of the thread. This was just a convenient point to interject.

If your team is not only swept but shits the bed in the process you might also feel inclined to exaggerate you claims to rationalize the pain away. The leading NL offense was shut -out and no hit. And more than just no hit, when the pitcher in his first post season game (and AB) drives in a run you were, in a many ways, beat by one man and a man who, not only, like most pitchers poses the least offensive threat but spent his entire career in the AL until this year. This is nothing short of having your nose rubbed in your own shit. Playing the role of loser in a baseball historical event of this magnitude and imagining it written on the Roy Halladay Cooperstown plaque while you’re trying to fall asleep is no less painful than shoving a pack of lit sparklers up your ass. Futhermore, either an Adam Dunn clone army played every position or the Reds decided to use the Nationals Fielding Method – they blew a 4 run lead because they fielded like Brooks Conrad who forgivably played like what he is: a genetically inferior, 30 year old career minor leaguer. No such absolution for the Reds starters. That 2nd game, in particular, was a flat out embarassment and not even Dusty partook in the fail; in fact, this game, as well the other two, were free of his snark bait managerial decisions . And let’s not forget the 4 game series sweep in June: 3 consecutive walk-off wins, one inwhich we came from behind to tie in the 9th inning with 6 fucking runs (all hail the Dobbs and Ransom Wonder Twins Power Hour), and each game with the B-squad infield. That’s humble pie in the face whipped around a particle accelerator. And those odds….hmmm, slightly less than Paris Hilton proving Einstein’s Theory of Everything. More pie.
It’s one thing to be humbled because your out classed or victimized by the inherent chance of the game but quite another to help in your humiliation like a team of the Reds talent did . It’s if your gonna die , die with your boots on, not die with shit in your pants. They stunk period and they know it.. Would it have made a difference without the mistakes? Sure, at the very least they still had a puncher’s chance (and quite a punch it is) if they played more soundly. If Reds fans need to convince themselves that sour grapes will make the best wine to drown out their disappointment over that long, cold Ohio winter, then I think it is best to pay them no mind rather than dissect their pain because we feel slighted. In sports fandom, this stituation is one of the few times the proverb good fences make good neighbors might work.

Maybe TMac can do hockey.

In my opinion, he’s one of the best play-by-play guys in sportsradio today.

Jeter was more physical theatre, Utley more method.