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The West is a pretty miserable place if you think about it. And especially Arizona! I mean, people say it's a dry heat, but that still means it's super hot. And, sure, there are all sorts of beautiful women in Scottsdale, but what about all of the uptight retirees? And why bother having a lawn in the middle of the desert? Oh, right, just so we can waste a bunch of water. Thanks a lot, Arizona.
...okay, I'm just venting. Sorry, Arizona. But these last few Phillies games haven't been the easiest thing to work through. They're late, they're poorly played, and they're always won by the wrong team. I'm not sure I quite know how to look up West Coast records for the Phillies over the past five or six years, but my confirmation bias is telling me that they often struggle during these games and make me regret my choice of not sleeping. Not a great recipe for compassion.
But maybe they'll take that negative energy and just pound the D-Backs tonight, right? Maybe Cliff Lee demonstrates that he's a much better pitcher than Trevor Cahill (he is), and maybe the Phillies prove that they aren't dead yet (citation needed). I know, it's a dead kind of hope, but I need something to cling to, right? If I get any more agitated, the doctor is going to send me to Tuscon for some clean desert air, and that's the last thing I need.
Discuss the inaptly named Best Coast and the game below.