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So, it's not a well kept secret about me that I absolutely love the old 1960's Twilight Zone series. Rod Serling, in all of his cheesy, predictable, fascist-spotting ways is utterly charming to me. And in a fairly unironic way -- there's nothing about the Twilight Zone that I simply mock or anything. It's honestly one of my favorite period pieces and one of my favorite shows.
And watching it today makes me wonder -- have we all fallen into the Twilight Zone? Is the team's struggle to stay afloat actually not a result of a normal aging curve and random variance, but actually the result of a fall into the world between our world and the beyond -- into the Twilight Zone?
Okay, well, probably not. But you could imagine it, right? The reveal is that the Phillies were playing on Mars the whole time and the wonky gravity affected Cole and Roy such that they were ineffective (in this scenario, Cliff Lee is a Martian; Kyle Kendrick is eaten by an attractive monster). Or, we, on The Good Phight, actually simultaneously died and are in baseball Hell. Or baseball Heaven, depending on the episode. Or, Ruben Amaro, Jr is actually a thinly veiled allegory for fascism.
Any way you slice it, these endings would be better than what we actually have to deal with tonight, which is the incoming St. Louis Cardinals and their ace Adam Wainwright, fresh off a 14 K, 9 inning gem of a shutout. A Leake would have done, but this is some heavy artillery. Come on, Serling! Make the twist ending be a Phillies 12-0 laugher.
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