Well, That Sucked

I think the headline sums up last night pretty well. What can I say? The Yankees simply played better than the Phillis in four out of the six games. It's as simple as that. They had the best record in baseball virtually the entire season, and they finished as the best team in the world. As painful as it is to admit it, they were better than the Phillies, and they earned every bit of that 27th championship.



Pedro simply didn't have his good stuff last night, and Andy Pettitte did. The old goat looked like one for the first time this postseason. He walked Alex Rodriguez on four pitches to lead off the 2nd, and up came Hideki Matsui, the guy who homered off Pedro in game 2. And wouldn't you know it, Godzilla struck again.



In an eight-pitch at-bat, Pedro threw Matsui five fastballs. The fifth he sent high and deep into the right field bleachers. 2-0 Yanks. Certainly not the start we were all looking for. Evidently, Matsui enjoys hitting off Pedro in the playoffs.

It wasn't the ideal way to begin the ball game, but the Phils didn't back down. In the top of the third, they answered. Curbball got things going with a one-out triple, and Jimmy drove him in with a sac fly, 2-1. Now it was a ball game, and we all know the Phils are pretty good at coming from behind. After Pedro surrendered two runs, the Phils got one of them right back. That's how you respond. Now all they needed was a shutdown inning from Pedro and a chance to get this thing tied. That didn't happen.



All postseason, the Phils have struggled getting teams out the at-bat following themselves scoring runs. It's been a troubling trend. The only pitcher who's been able to it has been Cliff Lee, far and away the most dominating pitcher of the 2009 playoffs. The rest of the starters haven't gotten the job done, and that elusive shutdown evaded the Phils yet again last night.

In the defining inning of game 6, the Phils froze under the bright New York lights, literally. Pedro began the third by striking out the incredibly overmatched Brett Gardner. Then he made a good enough pitch to get Derek Jeter to hit a liner/fly ball to center. Two easy outs, it seemed. Except it wasn't out number 2. No, because our Gold Glove centerfielder terribly misjudged the ball off Jeter's bat, went back about three steps when in fact he needed to come forward, and couldn't recover in time, even with his tremendous speed, turning a line out to center into a one-out single. Victorino's misplay was crucial and back-breaking. You can't give this Yankees lineup extra outs. You just can't. They'll make you pay every time. Every. Damn. Time.

What followed was one of the most painful things to watch. That slimy bastard Johnny Damon was at it again, working a 7-pitch walk, a walk that really should have never been. At least two of those balls were clearly strikes, but with Joe West behind the plate, you never know. West was all the over the place last night with his strike zone, starting out with a really tight one and then expanding on a whim at times. It was a horribly umpired game behind the plate, as it has been most of the playoffs. And I mean for both sides. Pettitte was getting squeezed too. The difference is, Andy adjusted and worked around it. The old goat didn't. On the next pitch, Pedro hit the struggling Mark Teixeira to bring A-Rod up with the bases loaded and one out. The same A-Rod who has been awesome throughout the playoffs, even if he's cooled a bit in the World Series. That was the last thing Pedro wanted to do.

However, Martinez stepped it up a notch, striking out Rodriguez looking, two outs. Maybe he could work his way out of this jam. Truthfully, the inning should have been over right then and there, had Victorino simply made the routine catch he's made a thousand times before. But it wasn't. Briefly, I thought Charlie was going to go out there and get Pedro to bring in the lefty J.A. Happ to face Matsui. After all, Matsui had homered off Pedro the last two times he faced him. But Charlie left the ball in Pedro's hands, and the battle was on. On the first pitch, Matsui crushed a foul ball deep and hard foul. Then he fouled a fastball off, and Pedro had him buried 0-2. Every single one of us in the room was calling for Martinez to throw a low and outside changeup, every one of us. Matsui was all over Pedro's fastball last night, pummeling it for a homer in the 2nd and lacing the ball all night. But Ruiz and Martinez decided to try and sneak a high fastball by Matsui, a horrible pitch selection. And on an 0-2 pitch, Matsui ripped a two-run single to center. 2-1 just became 4-1, and hope was fading fast.



The second he threw the pitch, I was screaming. When it fell, I began to rant and rave like a madman, cursing, fighting myself not to put my fist through the wall, and then finally taking all my anger and frustration out on the pile of pizza boxes stacked in our kitchen. That was easily one of the worst, most stupid pitches ever thrown in the history of baseball. I don't know if Pedro demanded Carlos that he throw a fastball or if Ruiz made the call all the way, but shit, you had to throw just about any other pitch, and it had to be down and away from Matsui. The guy loves the ball inside. He does that thing that Japanese players do where they pull off the ball a bit and start heading toward first, making it incredibly tough to hit an outside pitch and extremely easy to rip one inside. Yet Pedro kept coming in or missing his spots, never once going away. Later in the game, Scott Eyre faced Matsui and struck him out by throwing nothing but junk low and outside. Anyone with half a brain knows that's how you get him out. Apparently Pedro and Carlos don't even have half a brain between them. It was an absolutely inexcusable pitch, especially at 0-2. I like Pedro. I'd love to defend Pedro. But I can't. He was awful last night. Just awful. Yeah, he should have been out of the inning, but he had a chance to still shut the door on the Yanks, to get out of that jam partially created by Victorino and the rest created by Pedro himself. But he didn't. It was pathetic.

And the top of the fourth pretty much sealed the deal that this thing was over. After Chase struck out and Howard lined out, Pettitte walked Jayson Werth and Raul Ibanez. Up came Pedro Feliz with a chance to do some two-out damage and bring the Phils close again. Three runs in this stadium with these batters with that much baseball left to play isn't insurmountable, but you have to take advantage of the opportunities that you have. Pedro, seeing Pettitte walk two guys right before him, was patient. He worked a full count. But then he grounded out to third to end the threat. Basically, game over.

It was about to get worse. The Phils went down 1-2-3 in the 5th, and after a 1-2-3 fourth by Pedro, his night was done. Chad Durbin came in, gave up a leadoff double to Jeter, who got to third on a sac bunt by Jerry Hairston. Then he gave up a single to Teixeira, 5-1, and walked A-Rod. In came Happ. The first batter he faced was Matsui, who welcomed Happ to the game with a two-run double, 7-1 Yanks, 6 RBIs for Matsui. Like I said, we should have traded him for Halladay. Seriously, Kyle Drabek better be the boss, because man, imagine how much better this team would have been with Cliff Lee and Roy Halladay at the top of the playoff rotation. Fuck the future. That duo would have won now. But I digress.

The Phils did muster one last grasp for air. Ryan Howard finally decided to show up to the party, hitting a two-run homer to left in the 6th to make it 7-3, but it certainly seemed like too little too late. However, in the 7th, the Phils were still breathing with Ruiz getting a one-out single in the inning. Then Rollins reached on a fielder's choice, replacing Ruiz on the base paths with two outs. Victorino worked a walk, and up came Utley with a chance to make it a one-run game if he could break Reggie Jackson's record for home runs in one World Series. He struck out on a pitch he tried to check his swing on instead. Against Andy Pettitte and Damaso Marte, Utley was awful all series. And he was again last night. All five of his home runs couldn't make up for that.

From there it was Mariano time, which meant World Series No. 27 was all wrapped up for the Yanks. It was painful to watch. It really was. I truly have grown to hate the Yankees even more than before with this series. But what can you say? The Yankees were the better team. Hideki Matsui was a beast, earning every bit of the MVP. He hit .615 (8-for-13) with three home runs and eight RBIs, six of which came last night, tying a World Series record.



The Yankees simply had more guys who came through, and they made fewer mistakes. Derek Jeter continued to be Derek Jeter, Johnny Damon was an impossible out after the first two games, Teixeira was awful, but he had a big hit last night. A-Rod slumped a bit, but he still managed some key RBIs, game four in particular. Matsui and Posada hit the crap out of the ball. Robinson Cano and Nick Swisher didn't do jack shit, but they didn't make any errors at least. And the pitching was simply better than Philadelphia's. CC wasn't his best, but he was still good. Burnett had an awesome start in game 2, and Pettitte stifled the Phils in both his outings. And of course, Mariano is Mariano.

Meanwhile, the Phils struggled from top to bottom. Everyone with the exception of Cliff Lee had a hand in the Phillies losing that series. Lee was simply awesome, but he didn't get enough help. In fact, the only other Phillies that really seemed interested at all in this World Series were Chase Utley and Carlos Ruiz, but they had their down moments as well. I guess Chan Ho Park did his thing too, but other than that, the Phils failed to step up. Jimmy and Shane didn't get on base enough. Chase was impotent against Pettitte and Marte. Howard didn't do dick. Werth didn't do a whole lot better, save game 3. Ibanez was dreadful. Pedro played well one game the entire postseason (game 4 of the WS), and Ruiz made some pretty poor pitch calls in key spots (see last night, inning No. 3). And the pitchers simply didn't perform well enough. Pedro was awful last night. Cole Hamels was awful all fucking season. Joe Blanton did what he could, but he still left trailing. The bullpen wasn't any good, with the exception of Chan Ho and Eyre in his limited duty, and the Phils hurt themselves with errors, both physically and mentally. They simply weren't the better team this year, and it sucks. A lot.

This is much more like the feeling we've grown accustomed to around these parts, despair, disappointment. Thank god they at least won it all in 2008, because I don't think it would be even remotely tolerable without that championship. It's still a tough pill to swallow regardless. Sure, it was a great run, winning the World Series last year and getting back this year, but it doesn't really make it any less hard to take. This is the one team that had not let us down over the past two seasons, the one team that didn't fold under the pressure. I'm not sure it's fair to say they necessarily did that in this World Series. They were beaten by a better team. But it just didn't quite feel like the Phils gave the Yanks their best shot. Credit the Yankees pitchers for that. They got the job done. The Phils didn't. And that sucks.

I really fucking hate New York, almost as much as I hate losing. Shit.

The Phillies Should Pay Me to Go to Playoff Games

Let's take a walk down memory lane for a moment here. I, the Reverend Paul Revere, have been to a grand total of three Phillies playoff games in my lifetime. Three. The first was game 4 of the 2008 World Series. The Phillies scored 10 runs and won. The second game was game 3 of the NLDS this postseason. The Phillies scored 11 runs and won. And then last night, I was in attendance again. The Phillies scored eight runs and won. That's 3-0 in postseason games I've attended with 29 runs scored, an average of 9.67 runs a game. When I show up in the postseason, the Phillies not only win, but the bats come alive.



The moral of this story is that the Phillies should pay me to go to all of their playoff games. I'm the good luck charm for the team and the offense. At the very least, they should provide me with free tickets to every postseason game. I'm 3-0 and averaging nearly 10 runs a game. The numbers don't lie. Get me to New York Wednesday and Thursday, Phillies, and you'll have yourself another parade down Broad Street. Make it happen.

That's not to say it was all daffodils and dandy lions last night. Far from it. The game started tense and ended even tenser, but the Phils found a way to win, 8-6. They aren't dead yet, even if they almost killed us in the process. Clifton Phifer Lee, who has been nothing short of the greatest man who ever lived, came out fighting himself right off the bat. He struggled with his control all night, and the Yankees wasted no time taking advantage. The suddenly impossible to get out Johnny Damon singled to center, and two batters later, Alex Rodriguez drove him in with a double. 1-0 Yanks, 27 outs from World Series No. 27.

But these Phillies, as they've grown accustomed to doing, weren't about to take this lying down. If they were going to go down, they were going to go down swinging, literally. After Cliff got through that first, the Phils came out and showed they had his back, the way Cliff had had his teammates' backs this entire postseason run. A.J. Burnett, who was damn near unhittable in game 2, had no such luck this time around. Jimmy Rollins got things going with a single. Then Shane squared around to bunt, and Burnett came in high and tight on Victorino, nailing him in the hand. In my biased opinion, A.J. saw Shane square and decided to peg him, a retaliation move for hitting A-Rod three times the previous two games. I was none too pleased with A.J., especially since Shane was taking a while to gather himself. I turned to my roommate and uncle jellyfish and told them, now make him pay with a home run. That's how you make him pay. And wouldn't you know it, Chase Utley, who almost never swings at the first pitch, exploded at the first pitch he saw, sending it deep to right field. 3-1 Phils. Finally, the Phillies hit a home run with runners actually on base this World Series, and it couldn't have come at a better time.



The Phillies never looked back. Sure, they made it interesting, but they simply refused to lose. With the Yankees starting a 7-8-9 of Brett Gardner, Jose Molina and A.J. Burnett, Lee rolled through the 2nd, though he was still fighting himself through the game. He walked Johnny Damon in the 3rd, though luckily handled Teixeira and A-Rod to get his teammates back to the plate. They did not disappoint. Chase walked, then he stole 2nd. Then Howard walked, and the place started to get crazy. Jayson Werth followed with a single to plate Utley, and Raul made it back-to-back RBI hits, singling home Howard. 5-1 Phils. That was all she wrote for A.J. Burnett. The same guy who shut down the Phils in game 2 lasted a grand total of 2 full innings, walking four and surrendering four hits, and after Chooch drove Werth home on a fielder's choice, Burnett's final line read 2 innings pitched, 6 earned runs on four hits and four walks.

With a five-run lead and the best pitcher of the 2009 postseason on the hill, I'm pretty sure everyone in that stadium felt comfortable, felt like this thing was in the bag. But we should have all known better. The Yankees are much like our Phillies, never dead until that 27th out is recorded. They're a resilient bunch, and a dangerous one at that.

With Burnett out, the Yanks pinch-hit Posada in the 5th and left him the game, adding another potent bat. Lee got him the first time around, but then he walked pinch-hitter Eric Hinske with one out and a five-run lead. That's inexcusable. I know Lee was struggling with his command, but damn, you have to attack everyone with a five-run lead, especially the guy who Brad Lidge struck out to win the World Series last year. Jeter followed with a single, and of course, Hinske scored before it was all said and done. A five-run lead suddenly became a four-run lead with a lot of baseball left to play. And Lee did not quite look like himself. But he continued to fight through.



He breezed through the 6th and 7th, and the Phils could sense it. They were headed back to New York. But just to make sure, Chase Utley decided to tie Reggie Jackson for most home runs in one World Series, crushing his fifth homer of this series.



Then Raul emphatically stated that his third-inning single was no fluke, launching one off the Jeep sign to make it 8-2. Raul Ibanez, it's nice to have you back. We missed you, buddy. To add to the excitement, Cliff Lee chipped in with his first career World Series hit, ripping a single. Things were looking good.

At the time, we had no idea just how important those runs would be. Because Cliff Lee was sent back out there in the 8th, and to our surprise, Shane Victorino was not. Ben Francisco was manning center, and I have to call the move puzzling. We were worried that Shane perhaps had broken some fingers or his hand when he got hit in the first, but thankfully X-rays were negative. That means Charlie pulled him simply as a precautionary method to let the swelling go down before game 6. One problem, the Phils still needed six more outs to get there, and taking out your best outfielder, no matter how banged up, is not a good idea. And that unfortunately played out.

Lee, still struggling to hit his spots consistently, gave up a leadoff single to Damon. Teixeira followed with a double, and up came A-Rod with runners on 2nd and 3rd with no outs. I thought Charlie was going to go get Lee. He did not, and A-Rod ripped one to left. Raul made a dive for it, and the ball went right off his glove, 8-4. It was a play Ibanez should have made. He didn't have to go that far to get to it, and it hit right off his glove. Had Charlie simply left Shane in and put Francisco in left, as he has numerous times this season, the play would have been made. I have no doubt Francisco catches that ball. Now the Yanks were within four still with six outs to go and A-Rod on 2nd.

That was it for Lee, and you could feel the tension in the place. I said, "Please don't pitch this thing into a save situation," but that was inevitable. Chan Ho came in and did a great job, getting all three batters he faced, but A-Rod still managed to score somehow on a shallow fly to center. Francisco played it horribly, not backing up and charge it to get his momentum, and he made a horribly weak throw to home. If Shane had been in the game, A-Rod probably wouldn't have even ran, and if he did, he would have been dead to rights. But Shane was out, and suddenly a six-run lead in the 8th turned into a 3-run lead with three outs to play. And the Phils couldn't muster any offense themselves, as Matt Stairs grounded into a double play after Chooch led off with a single, and J-Roll grounded out to end the 8th. It would be nice if Greg Dobbs was still alive. Just saying.

Anyway, after Brad Lidge shit himself on Sunday, there was no way he was getting anywhere near that mound. That meant it was Ryan Madson, he of the equally torture-inducing save situation success. Sadly, Madson came out like a scared child, failing to throw strikes with a 3-run lead. And though he was facing the bottom of the order, this was not longer Gardner, Molina and the pitcher spot. By the 9th inning, the Yankees had transformed the 8 and 9 hole into Jorge Posada and Hideki Matsui, followed by Derek Jeter as the first three hitters in the final inning. That doesn't seem fair.

Madson fell behind Jorge and gave up a double. Then he fell behind Matsui, at which point I lost it, screaming at him, "THROW FUCKING STRIKES YOU FUCKING BUM!" Then he gave up a single to Matsui, 1st and 3rd with nobody out, Derek Jeter up as the tying run. I lost it, yelling, "GET HIM OUT, CHARLIE! GET HIM THE FUCK OUT!" Charlie didn't listen. All I could see was impending doom. The Yanks had the tying run at the plate with no one out, and it was in the person of Derek fucking Jeter, the most clutch player I've ever seen. The guy came into the game batting .412 in the World Series. All I could picture was another devastating comeback by New York, this time to win the whole damn thing. I wanted to throw up.



I couldn't even muster up any energy to yell, cheer or anything. I was fuming, silent and waiting for the inevitable. But then, somehow, Madson sawed off the great Derek Jeter, who hit the ball right to Jimmy Rollins, 6-4-3. Damon scored, but suddenly the Phils went from impending doom to up 8-6 with no one on and two out. I couldn't fucking believe it. All I could picture was Jeter sending one to the gap or god forbid, launching one into the left field stands to tie it. But he didn't. Derek Jeter, for the first time this series, failed to come through.

But the game wasn't over yet. Up came that pesky Johnny Damon, and the little fucker worked another great at-bat to single. Fuck. Madson had to get Teixeira, just had to. Because if A-Rod came up again, things were not going to end well. Thankfully, Madson did, striking out the playoff fraud that is Mark Teixeira, sending this thing back to New York. They're still down 3-2, but they aren't dead yet. This team still has a pulse, and as we all know by now, nothing is impossible with these guys. Nothing.

On a side note, I'd like to point out just how much I fucking hate these Yankees. I've always despised Mark Teixeira, and that hasn't changed, but now two new hatred-fueled relationships have developed inside me. I cannot stand Johnny Damon, that Benedict Arnold, and his fucking pesky at-bats. He had sucked all playoffs and in the first two games. Now, the Phillies can't get him out. Fuck that guy. And Jorge Posada. I used to have no problem with this fucking rat, but now I hope he dies a horrible, embarrassing death. He is the most whiny, petulant bitch I've ever seen, especially for a catcher. He complains after ever called strike. The guy is a fucking catcher. That's just stupid. You have to stand in front of that ump and hope he gives you calls as a catcher. Instead you bitch and moan like a little girl. Go fuck yourself, Jorge. Especially after that fucking tantrum you threw after Lee quick-pitched you. Grow the fuck up. You were taking forever and whining after every pitch. Lee got pissed, and he put you in your fucking place. It's not like your pitchers haven't done that. Remember CC's quick pitches in game 4? It's part of baseball. Deal with it. And die, you fucking asshole. Jorge Posada is a fucking rat bastard.

I hate the fucking Yankees. Fuck them. Win two more games, Phils. You got it in you. You really do. Fuck the Yankees.

LET'S GO PHILS!!!!!!!