Phillies-Dodgers II: If You Don't Have Anything Nice To Say...
If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. This could be a short post. I haven’t even seen the game yet (yeah, that mommy thing) and I’m wondering if I should. My dad already foiled the ending with a late night Facebook post with the result. Is it illegal to un-friend your dad? So I’m warming up to it – a lot like Phillies pitching this year. I haven’t powered up the TV and the pitching staff hasn’t turned on the power. My husband is so discontented with Jamie, before the game he said, “The Dodgers are gonna hit the snot out of Moyer.” “Why, honey,” I said, “that’s awful negative.” He continued, “Remember the playoffs last year?” Remember the Alamo? And he says women have selective recall. I hate it when he's right. So, judging from the stats, it looks like a number of things are certain: Jimmy’s liking the five spot although he says he’s a lead-off man, Raul’s silently chipping away at leading team stats although he says he’s just here to help the ball ...