Still pinch-hitting over at The 700 Level, I half-heartedly began to write up a post-game story before the final out. Here's the gist of it [link]:
As exhilarating as Sunday night's 11-0 win over the Dodgers was, there had to be at least a part of you bracing for a loss this evening. Don't beat yourself up, it's not Philly pessimism, it's just the nature of baseball in general and our Phillies in particular.
It's not as if the game was a clunker for the Phillies, but
JIMMY!
RUN CHOOCH! RUN!
This group of Phillies players... They just don't quit, ever. Sure, without Jonathan Broxton hitting Carlos Ruiz in the 9th, Jimmy's gapper only ties the game, but there are a ton of teams that can't take advantage of a situation like that, don't even get the gapper.
Only one out left...
...These guys are unreal. I'd love to know what Harry and Whitey are talking about right now.
