good – bad
1 October 2007
Two quick sports-related notes before they become irrelevant/before my passion dies away:
- Holy f’ing crap, the Phils are in the playoffs. I haven’t written about them on here – haven’t even talked about them to others, really – because I didn’t want to jinx them. When I have talked about them, I was a doubter. As recently as Thursday, I offered to bet a friend $10,000 that the Phillies would not make the playoffs, citing the two following undeniable facts: 1) In three of the last five years, the Phils were eliminated from the playoffs in the last weekend of the season; 2) They’re the Phillies. They aren’t very good at making their fans happy.
But now I feel like the Randy Quaid character in "Major League" as the Phils are opening the division series at home on Wednesday. Again, holy f’ing crap.
I’m not sure who I’d rather play: Would we prefer the hot Rockies, with their suspect pitching staff and bad road record, or do we want the Padres, with their anemic offense (and knowing Peavy wouldn’t pitch until game three)? To be honest – and I know this is a bad attitude to take – but I’m just happy that the Phils are in the playoffs. I’ll leave it up to the gods to decide who we have to play and focus my energies on sending good karma the Phillies’ way. Because they – and the city of Philadelphia – need some good karma right now.
- I’m still too upset from last night’s Eagles game to really get into it, but I sent the following text message to 11 friends last night sometime in the fourth quarter:
"I don’t think that a professional football player has ever played worse in a game than the way that Winston Justice is playing right now."
As I write this on Monday morning, with a bit less rage, much less drunk and much less filled with shepard’s pie (near-legendary pre-shower bowel moment this morning), I still stand by that statement. I don’t know what’s more galling – that a former first round pick looked so completely clueless on the football field that I could have gotten a 1.5 sacks against McNabb or that the coaching staff did not make a single adjustment when most canines could point that the Justice was being owned.
(And you know I’m pissed off. I don’t throw italics around like nothing.)
This may sound like typical Doomsday Philly fan-speak, but it’s hard for me to see how this season can be redeemed. The Eagles are now 1-3. Our best player on offense and our best player on defense are already banged up. Our offensive line was absolutely dominated in their last game. Our quarterback moves slightly better than most North American mountain ranges. Our receivers get about as much separation from cornerbacks as my penis gets from my hand during those beach volleyball tournaments on ESPN2. This, my friends, is a 6-10 team.
Here’s the good news:
1) Remember, the Phillies are in the playoffs.
2) At least we’re not Charger fans.
- Holy f’ing crap, the Phils are in the playoffs. I haven’t written about them on here – haven’t even talked about them to others, really – because I didn’t want to jinx them. When I have talked about them, I was a doubter. As recently as Thursday, I offered to bet a friend $10,000 that the Phillies would not make the playoffs, citing the two following undeniable facts: 1) In three of the last five years, the Phils were eliminated from the playoffs in the last weekend of the season; 2) They’re the Phillies. They aren’t very good at making their fans happy.
But now I feel like the Randy Quaid character in "Major League" as the Phils are opening the division series at home on Wednesday. Again, holy f’ing crap.
I’m not sure who I’d rather play: Would we prefer the hot Rockies, with their suspect pitching staff and bad road record, or do we want the Padres, with their anemic offense (and knowing Peavy wouldn’t pitch until game three)? To be honest – and I know this is a bad attitude to take – but I’m just happy that the Phils are in the playoffs. I’ll leave it up to the gods to decide who we have to play and focus my energies on sending good karma the Phillies’ way. Because they – and the city of Philadelphia – need some good karma right now.
- I’m still too upset from last night’s Eagles game to really get into it, but I sent the following text message to 11 friends last night sometime in the fourth quarter:
"I don’t think that a professional football player has ever played worse in a game than the way that Winston Justice is playing right now."
As I write this on Monday morning, with a bit less rage, much less drunk and much less filled with shepard’s pie (near-legendary pre-shower bowel moment this morning), I still stand by that statement. I don’t know what’s more galling – that a former first round pick looked so completely clueless on the football field that I could have gotten a 1.5 sacks against McNabb or that the coaching staff did not make a single adjustment when most canines could point that the Justice was being owned.
(And you know I’m pissed off. I don’t throw italics around like nothing.)
This may sound like typical Doomsday Philly fan-speak, but it’s hard for me to see how this season can be redeemed. The Eagles are now 1-3. Our best player on offense and our best player on defense are already banged up. Our offensive line was absolutely dominated in their last game. Our quarterback moves slightly better than most North American mountain ranges. Our receivers get about as much separation from cornerbacks as my penis gets from my hand during those beach volleyball tournaments on ESPN2. This, my friends, is a 6-10 team.
Here’s the good news:
1) Remember, the Phillies are in the playoffs.
2) At least we’re not Charger fans.
