In the first draft of this post, the one I was composing in my head an hour ago when it looked like the Phillies wouldn’t piss away a masterful performance from Cliff Lee (10 scoreless innings! stop it!), that was a jovial, Cliff Lee-style “whatever.” Now it’s a bitter, sarcastic (and ever so slightly resentful) “whatever.”
Dammit but that game was frustrating. Especially since it seemed like the only guys who gave a shit were Carlos Ruiz, Freddy Galvis, and Cliff Lee (your 7, 8, & 9 hitters, respectively). One run. We only needed to score one run in 11 innings. And we couldn’t even manage that.
For serious, can Ryan Howard and Chase Utley come back tomorrow please?
In slightly more positive developments, I’ve been awake for more than 13 hours. That’s an improvement on yesterday. And I got some very positive feedback on a couple of homework assignments. Oh, and I currently have the “United States of Whatever” song from Sifl & Olly in my head, so that’s making me smile.