Monthly Archives: September 2006

Yep, the Phils lost two of three to one of the worst teams in baseball. They’ll win tonight, and the Dodgers will lose tonight, just to reel us back in one last time, but the Dodgers will not lose two of three. We’re finished. Pathetic. We should have lost Wednesday night too. What a choke. I wish the silver lining was that this would mean that the Phils would fire Uncle Charlie and make a push for Joe Girardi, but we all know that that will never happen. The highlight of the game was this, from Rich Hoffmann’s article in today’s paper: Later, they booed the pathetic excuse for Thomas Jefferson who fell down twice in a race of big-headed presidential mascots – after, that is, they greeted the big-heads with a serenade to the Phillies’ expert on all races of mascots: “Ran-dall Simon … Ran-dall Simon … “ To make matters worse, the pitcher who got the win for LA in yesterday’s Dodgers-Rockies game? Mark Hendrickson, a former Sixer! God has a sick sense of humor.

Oh, and a clarification. The Eagles game we’re showing on Monday will be the live Eagles-Packers game, not a replay of the 1960 game. Somebody asked me that last night.

The first question in last nights quizzo was as follows: “What Phillie outfielder is the worst player in the history of organized baseball, including my sister, who played t-ball and once ran the bases backwards? I’ll give you a hint. It’s not Shane Victorino.” Pat Burrell is absolutely killing this team, and needs to be benched for the remainder of the season, no matter how bad Dellucci’s arm is. Pat Burrell this year is worse than David Bell last year, something that I thought was humanly impossible. I honestly think that the Phillies would have a better chance with me at the plate than Burrell, and I haven’t played organzied ball since I was 15. I am serious about that last statement. I really think Burrell is so far gone that you could pick a random person out of the crowd and have a better chance of them sticking the bat out in front of the plate and getting a lucky hit than you would of Burrell coming through with runners on. I don’t care how much money he makes, or how good his arm is, he needs to sit on the bench for the rest of the year, and then be traded to the Devil Rays for a fungo bat and a resin bag.

Last night was brutal. I mean, I left one of my favorite movies early to watch the last two innings, all for naught. But I’m keeping my head up. Last week, I said we had to take 2 of 3 from the Marlins and then beat the Astros. Ok, so we just swapped and came out of it 3-1. No sweat. We just need to go 4-2 the rest of the way to tie the Dodgers, 5-1 to win outright. The Nationals are terrible. Just intentionally walk Soriano every time, and we should be fine. I’d love to sweep, but I’ll take two. The Dodgers go to Colorado to face the Rockies, then to San Fran for the Giants. We are a much better road team than the Dodgers. We are seven over .500 on the road, they are nine under. I’m now going to enter the zen-like zone I entered during the RPS tourney and try to transfer my powers to the Phils to help propel us to the promised land. You’re welcome.

Ok, so this is unbelievable. There is a 110 year old man living in St. Petersburg who used to play Negro League baseball. And the coolest part (well, for me, anyway)? He grew up on 17th and Bainbridge, two blocks from my house! He played for a team called the Germantown Blue Ribbons, and though his memory of those past teams is a little hazy (those 110 year olds can’t seem to remember anything these days), he remembers having a good curveball and a good fastball. To put in perspective how old he is: Simmons, known as Si, was born on Oct. 14, 1895 — the same year as Babe Ruth and Rudolph Valentino, and before F. Scott Fitzgerald and Amelia Earhart. Thanks to James for sending this in. If you see any crazy news stories that would be fun for the site, please send them to me.