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Let's not hash out all of the bad stuff that happened last night. We got a politically divisive court ruling, a dead teen icon, and a broken centerfielder.
The last one, light as it is, is what might most occupy us here, anyway. Ben Revere, if you have not cursed God and man, crying out to the dull void in useless supplication to your dead hopes in the thread Liz put up last night, then stop by there for details and catharsis. Revere has a broken foot, and while there's no official timeline yet, count it as 4-6 weeks and you'll be just about there. As schmenkman noted in last night's thread, Revere was 16th in MLB in fWAR over the last month, and he was the leader in hits overall. Guy was putting it all together.
And now because no one can hit a flyball, the Phillies might be out of contention, or on the brink of trading for Alex Rios, Hunter Pence, or whatever mediocre CF option you could imagine. Maybe they'll sell the farm for Nate Schierholtz! Admit it: that's what would happen if Shakespeare were writing this season.
Anyway, the fact remains, daunted as the Phillies chances may be without their suddenly hot centerfielder, there is still baseball to play. So, we go on, boats in the current, etc, etc. Like The Great Gatsby, but like the popfiction one about class-passing zombies in flapper gowns and second-hand suits. The green light is the trade deadline, and the part where they find Gatsby dead (SPOILERS) is when Ruben realizes the team is in an unbreakable bind. Oh, also, the J. Eckleburg billboard where it's just giant glasses looking over the city is the ownership team. And Wheels is the woman who Gatsby and Daisy hit with the car! And Delmon represents the novel's implicitly racist nationalism!!
...I blacked out there for a second. Ah well, the moral of the story is that we just need to keep on keeping on. There's baseball to watch, and that's something at least. Let's enjoy it while we can.
Both a teenaged and college-aged song, respectively, about disappointment. Warning; the first song is calibrated schmaltzangst for your listening displeasure.
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