::yawn::
The Phillies continue to figure in the decline of my health. Last night’s game started shortly after 10pm and didn’t complete until 2 the frick 14 in the morning. Surprisingly, I managed to stay up for the entire thing, fueled by coffee and scotch. As a result, of course, I want to go back to bed, and cannot, because of kajl;x;lvj
Sorry, faceplanted into the keyboard.
It was quite a game, particularly because of the cold weather. The 35F temperature at Coors Field at the start meant the game was the coldest post-season game in history. (There apprently was some freaky 28 degree game once, but it was in April, during the regular season.) Chase Utley led of the scoring with a 2-out 1st inning bomb to right center, but then Happ gave away the lead in the bottom half. Eventually the Rockies got the score up to 3-1, until the Phils big 4th inning put them up 4-3, and of course in the bottom half of that inning a Carlos Gonzalez home run tied it again. In the top of the sixth, the Phils knocked in another, and were matched in the bottom of the 7th. Finally in the top of the ninth, Ryan Howard hit a deep fly ball with runners at the corners to take the lead, and Brad Lidge, despite giving the entire Delaware Valley a collective heart attack, earned the save.
At 2 fricking 14, ante meridiem.
So this morning’s a little brutal; I’m very tired, a little hungover, and still fighting a bit of a chest cold that has me hawking up lungers the size of salt water scallops. I guess what I’m saying is that being a Phillies fan means that sometimes you feel like you have tuberculosis.
They play again at 6pm, with Cliff Lee, coming off a complete game 1 gem, facing up against Ubaldo Jimenez, who sucks.
