You might think that this title is in response to what we are already terming as the "Lost Weekend" in the netherworld of BMF...or maybe even giving up a granny to a pinch hitter...
I believe those words were uttered by yours truly as The Coop, SassDawg, Zoe and the rest of Coop and SassDawg's family got kicked out of a Luxury Box we tried to claim as our own.
Hey, we needed some excitement, since we weren't getting it from the game we actually paid to watch today.
And how about this for some more irony...as if irony wasn't available enough in baseball these days. What if I were to tell the ace starting pitcher (and he is, he has the best ERA and W-L Record on the team), whom the author of this blog still loves very very much, didn't put out his best stuff...the team makes like 95 errors (not kidding)...
And the pitcher who didn't deserve the win the other night gets the loss today. Totally deserved, if you asked me. But not totally his fault either. I mean, yes, the granny was his fault. The rest of the game was in the shit can before we could even sing Meet the Mets.
BUT! Believe it or not, I am actually taking a positive outlook on this.
For one - we got another esteemed member in the 30/30 Club. Davey, you're sooooo pretty!!!!!
Phillies fans are acting like -- once again -- they won the World Fucking Series by sweeping the Mets. Whoop-a-dee-do. The last time they swept, the hardly even gained any more ground.
So I can't get too concerned.
Who's in SECOND PLACE? Clap! Clap! Clap-clap-clap!
I am wiped from today. Longest. Game. Ever. Played.
I also had the opportunity to meet this blogger. Irony - I was wearing his site's t-shirt (totally unplanned).
Nice to meet you, Greg!!!