Game 2: This game deserves a post of its own. Actually, a blog of its own. More to come...
Game 3: This was like déjà vu. It brought back baaaaaaaaaaaaad memories. Jamie Moyer was great. He went 6 innings and only gave up 1 ER. The bullpen held the Marlins and kept them at 1. Unfortunately, the offense didn’t score at all, again. They lost 1-0, but the euphoria and excitement from last night’s game kind of made it okay. But, no more free passes! The offense needs to start scoring and the pitching can keep playing the way they are. It’ll be a relief when Placido Polanco gets back (sore elbow, sat out Marlins series) and Jimmy Rollins. It hasn’t been often that the dream lineup has been out there for the Phillies. I just hope that’s not what it takes for them to start scoring again. Fish 1-0


Golden Girls Quote of the Day:
Rose: Downtown? He means jail!
Dorothy: Oh really Rose, I thought he meant Neiman Marcus.
Rose: I’ve never been in jail. I won’t make it. They always prey on the weak and innocent. The others will taunt me for trying to excel at my work in the laundry. I’ll fall in with a bad crowd, whose leader looks like Ethel Merman. And I’ll be forced to engineer a daring prison break using my laundry cart. From that time on, I won’t know a moment’s peace. I’ll scar my fingerprints with battery acid and I’ll run from town to town, taking jobs that people have who got bad grades in school. And then one day, they’ll find me, holed up in a little shack in the Louisiana bayou. And a sheriff named Bull will call my name out over a megaphone and when I make a run for it he’ll riddle my body with bullets! Oh please don’t let them take me downtown! I want to live! I want to live!
Dorothy: You're not very good in a crisis are you Rose?
Rose: Downtown? He means jail!
Dorothy: Oh really Rose, I thought he meant Neiman Marcus.
Rose: I’ve never been in jail. I won’t make it. They always prey on the weak and innocent. The others will taunt me for trying to excel at my work in the laundry. I’ll fall in with a bad crowd, whose leader looks like Ethel Merman. And I’ll be forced to engineer a daring prison break using my laundry cart. From that time on, I won’t know a moment’s peace. I’ll scar my fingerprints with battery acid and I’ll run from town to town, taking jobs that people have who got bad grades in school. And then one day, they’ll find me, holed up in a little shack in the Louisiana bayou. And a sheriff named Bull will call my name out over a megaphone and when I make a run for it he’ll riddle my body with bullets! Oh please don’t let them take me downtown! I want to live! I want to live!
Dorothy: You're not very good in a crisis are you Rose?
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