I originally wrote this lede: “Are we jumping off bridges yet?”
That was sardonic five hours ago, now it’s painful to write. The Phils have just lost Jimmy Rollins to the DL (and Chris Snelling), and have to face the Mets in the final game of a three-game set without both.
The Mets beat the Phillies again â well, the Phillies beat the Phillies again, and the home club is now 8-10, still swimming in a shallow pool of ridiculous mediocrity. Usual suspects did usual things, and it’s becoming more apparent Charlie Manuel needs to shake things up for a moment, just to send a small message.
Tonight, though, one man can right the ship again: Adam Eaton. Of all people, it’s he who’s been a nice, solid innings eater this season. He’ll have to work his Mets magic again as he faces the New York nine. Hopefully Eaton can go six or seven and the Phils decide to play a little small ball and score some early runs. Hopefully.
But “hopefully,” with all the troubles mounting by hour, is becoming much more painful to write.
For the second consecutive day the entire country will be watching.
Phillies: Adam Eaton (0-0), 4.12 ERA
Mets: Mike Pelfrey (2-0), 1.50 ERA
Gametime: 8:05 p.m.
TV: ESPN
Weather: 60 degrees, cloudy
Lineup: Werth/Dobbs/Utley/Howard/Burrell/Jenkins/Coste/Bruntlett/Eaton
Your gamenight beer: Leaving Citizens Bank Park yesterday I was in a daze â an angry daze. Angry that the combination of Ryan Howard, Geoff Jenkins, Jayson Werth and Pat Burrell couldn’t get it done against the Mets. Moreso, I was angry I knew it wouldn’t happen â this team is too predictable. And so I’ve been lost at sea, and for that, I hold tight my Lost Sailor India Pale Ale, made by the Berkshire Brewing Co. up in Western Mass. Delicious. I’ll have some pork with it.
Go Phillies!
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