Oh boy, so much to catch up on. First of all, anyone who watched Sportscenter last night knows that me + bases loaded = magic. Not a grand slam but two run singles will do just fine, right? I've tripled my hits total with the Phillies in the past two days. Look out Wild Card race, Michael Tucker's bat is coming alive.
Today was one of the weirdest ninth innings I've ever seen. We go in losing 2-0 and the D-Train is trying to finish a complete game. Then we score TEN runs. And you know I was right in the middle of that rally! I haven't seen a ninth inning collapse like that since... uh, I was a Giant and those kinds of things happened every other series.
Meanwhile, I do still pay attention to my old team. I called up some of my boys this afternoon to shoot the shit after they bitchslapped Jeff Weaver, thanks to some heroics from my old buddy Vizquel.
Weaver managed to lose 2-1, but it was only that close because he bitched like the bitch he is about the Sugarman taking him deep so the umps would change the call. Wah wah. Where was your crying when Jason Phillips swung, dumbass?
The Astros are winning thanks to the Brewers being useless. Other than that, life is fucking grand!