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No, taking two out of three from both the Mets and the Braves ain’t bad at all; in fact, I’d say it’s very good.
(and darn it, now there’s another song stuck in my head! Last week, it was AC/DC, now it’s Meat Loaf)
In both series, the Phillies dropped the first game when one of the four aces wasn’t very ace-like. Cole Hamels stunk it up against the Mets last Tuesday (Note to Cole: Giving up two hits to the opposing pitcher in the same inning is never a good idea) as the Phillies lost 7-1. Cliff Lee obviously did not have his best stuff in a 6-3 loss to the Braves.
Cole was able to redeem himself yesterday, going seven strong innings against the Braves as the Phillies won, 3-0.
In the second game against the Mets, Joe Blanton very nearly managed to lose the game after blowing a seven-run lead (Note to Joe: Please don’t do that again. Ever.). Joe was saved from a loss by four scoreless innings from the bullpen, and some timely hitting from the offense for a 10-7 win.
Both series also featured the stress-relieving blowout, courtesy of the Roys. Well, stress-relieving for me, not fans of the opposition. Roy Halladay pitched the Phils to a 11-0 rout of the Mets, and Roy Oswalt got his first-ever regular season win over Atlanta in a 10-2 butt-whuppin’.
Let’s hope the Phils can maintain that momentum, as they head to Washington following today’s off-day.
Funny Photo of the Week
Brad Emaus looks like he’s trying to do a little dance last Thursday (Note to Brad: don’t try out for Riverdance anytime soon).
Don’t know if he made a little love and got down that night.
Aack! More 70′s music is getting stuck in my head! Must…make it…stop!
“She’s mean and she’s evil, like that little old boll weevil…”
Yep, I’m feeling pretty mean and evil right about now. Despite hitting four home runs off Johan Santana, the Phillies fell to the Mets by a score of 6-5. Too bad three of the homers were the solo variety.
I was hoping that the Phillies could take advantage of the Mets’ depleted lineup, what with Jose Reyes and Carlos Delgado out with injuries, and the bullpen without J.J. Putz. But the baseball gods apparently had other ideas last night.
“Doctor, doctor, give me the news…”
Brad Lidge has been place on the 15-day disabled list with a sprained right knee. According to this morning’s newspaper, recent MRI exams have shown no structural damage. Maybe he also needs to get his head straightened out?
To take Lidge’s spot on the roster, the Phillies have called up Paul Bako from double-A Reading. Here he was on a recent Sunday:
The Phillies are now Bako’s 11th team during his major-league career! The move will allow the Phillies to use Chris Coste as a right-handed bat off the bench, while having Bako available as a backup catcher.
“Hey now, you’re an all-star…”
The most recent NL voting update shows Raul Ibanez leading all-star voting for outfielders. Ryan Braun and Carlos Beltran are in second and third, respectively. I’m OK with that. But why is Manny Ramirez still hovering around at fifth?? What knuckleheads out there are actually voting for him?? I know voting began prior to Manny’s suspension, so I can understand some votes in the early going, but why would anyone cast their vote for him now??
Other Phillies currently leading at their positions are Chase Utley and Jimmy Rollins. I’ll agree on Chase, but as much as I like Jimmy, he is definitely not having an all-star calibre year so far. (I know, Jenn, I should bite my tongue and/or fingers for speaking/typing such heresy)
I myself have not voted yet, I tend to be a last minute voter, but rest assured I will be casting my ballot(s) soon.
“More, more, more…”
More megapixels, that is. After suffering a prolonged case of pixel envy (even my son’s point-and-shoot had more megapixels than my Canon Rebel!), I have finally upgraded to the Rebel XSi, nearly doubling my resolution from 6.5 to 12.2 megapixels. More is better, right? I’m looking forward to getting out there next week and using it.
“I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hands wet on the wheel…”
Speaking of next week, my husband and I will be hitting the road for a much-needed vacation, while the kids spend some time at Camp Grandma (otherwise known as my parents’ house). Contrary to the line above, I plan to do our driving during the day. Tentative itinerary has us stopping in Baltimore on Sunday (6/14) to visit Camden Yards (haven’t been there in many years), spending a few days in Myrtle Beach, and then hopefully hitting Washington to check out the Nationals the following Saturday (6/20).
“But you don’t really care for music, do you?…”
You may have noticed that all my subheadings are snippets of song lyrics. I guess I was feeling a bit musical this morning. Do you know them all? If you do, you get… well, nothing, except the satisfaction of knowing that you know them.
(photo by me)
As I’ve mentioned in a previous blog entry, my sister and I rooted for opposing teams during our formative years. I was, of course, phaithful to the Phillies, while she rooted for the Mets only because she had a crush on Lee Mazzilli. As sisters so often do, we made fun of each other’s choices – the best way for me to get on her nerves was to refer to the Mets as “Mutts.”
Well, judging from this photographic evidence, maybe I wasn’t so far off. Here’s last night’s starting pitcher, Mike Pelfrey, with a little tongue action going on:
Not wanting to miss out on the fun, David Wright joins in on the tongue-wagging:
Kind of like pound puppies, hoping to find a loving home. Well, keep looking, you’re not welcome in my house!
Anyway, the Phillies once again did not heed my advice and administer a butt-whippin’ to the Mets. They were swept in a short two-game set.
In the first game, Chan Ho Park took the mound for the Phillies, looking for a decent start after being pretty dismal so far this year. As Johan Santana was pitching for the Mets that night, all logic seemed to indicate that this game was a lost cause.
Miraculously, Park matched Santana through six innings, before being lifted for a pinch-hitter in a scoreless game. Six innings, one hit, 2 walks, and 5 stikeouts! Way to go, Chan Ho! Who’d of thunk it? Unfortunately for Park, his ERA is still a less than stellar 6.67.
The Mets plated an unearned run in the bottom of the seventh, as Carlos Delgado was able to score all the way from first, on a bad throw by Pedro Feliz that sailed past Ryan Howard and into the outfield. Jayson Werth may have had a play at the plate, but he hesitated before throwing.
Need I remind these guys what happens when you hesitate?
That lone run would be enough, as the Mets won, 1-0.
In the second game, Jamie Moyer pitched like you would expect from a
relic 46-year-old, giving up 7 runs in 2 1/3 innings. Props go again to the bullpen, for pitching 5 2/3 scoreless innings and giving the Phils a chance to stay in the game.
And they did try their darndest to come back once again. Ryan Howard launched a bomb to the deepest part of the field; too bad there was no one on base. Jayson Werth hit a 2-run shot to left. After being down 7-1, the Phils managed to get as close as 7-5, but there would be no miracle.
The Phillies are back home now for a weekend set against the Braves. Despite the two losses, they still hold a slim 1/2 game lead over both the Mets and Marlins. Let’s not let it slip away!
(both photos Julie Jacobsen/AP)
Should Chan Ho Get The Heave-ho?
On Friday morning, I asked the Phillies to go out and kick some Met butt that night. Apparently none of them read my blog, and therefore did not get the message.
Chan Ho Park had a crappy start (the wrap-up on phillies.com generously called it “mediocre”), giving up 7 runs on 8 hits and 6 walks, with only one strikeout, all in the span of 4 2/3 innings.
So far this season, in four starts, his record is 0-1 with an 8.57 ERA. The only reason his won-lost record isn’t worse is because the Phillies came from behind to actually win in his previous three starts. But you can’t count on that happening every time.
Kudos to the bullpen for pitching scoreless baseball the remainder of the game.
I know he pitched great in spring training, beating out J.A. Happ for the fifth starters spot, but when will we see some quality pitching from Park when it counts? On Wednesday, Park is scheduled to pitch against the Mets again, this time at Citi Field.
So far, there have been no discussions on removing Park from the rotation. According to Rich Dubee, quoted in this morning’s Philadelphia Inquirer:
“He’s getting the ball,” Dubee said. “We’re confident.”
Well, Mr. Dubee, I’m glad you are, because I’m certainly not. Then again, you’re the pitching coach, and I’m certainly not.
A “Walk”-off Win
OK, Saturday was a new day, and another chance for the Phillies to kick some Met butt. But instead of the Mets getting their butts kicked, I saw the Mets getting their butts slapped:
Ramon Castro is congratulated by third-base coach Razor Shines on a solo home run. [Why the butt-slap? Would it be so hard to give a congratulatory hand-slap, back-slap, or shoulder-slap?]
This is not what I meant, guys!
Yes, the Phillies did get the win, eventually. They jumped out to an early lead against Oliver Perez, who gave up 4 runs in just 2 1/3 innings. It’s so nice to see other teams get crappy starts from their pitchers, too. Jamie Moyer pitched well for the first five innings, but then things came unraveled in the sixth, allowing the Mets to tie the game at 5 runs apiece.
The score remained tied through nine, but in the bottom of the tenth the Phillies loaded the bases. Shane Victorino then drew a walk from reliever Sean Green to “drive” in the winning run, for a 6-5 Phillies victory.
Not exactly a butt-whipping, but I’ll take it.
Here Comes The Rain Again
The deciding game of this three-game set ended up being postponed due to rain on Sunday. Blech! No date has been announced yet.
It’s Monday morning now, and it’s still raining. As the heading for this section is also the title of a Eurythmics song, here are a few of my other favorite rain-themed songs:
“Rain” – The Cult
“Purple Rain” – Prince
“Fool In The Rain” – Led Zeppelin
“It’s Raining Men” – The Weather Girls
“Mary Sunshine Rain” – Dada
Hope at least some of you are having a sunny day today.
The Phillies are in St. Louis tonight, taking on the Cardinals. Please, no rain!
(first two photos by Tom Mihalek/AP; CBP photo from AP)
No, no, no, not that! Get your heads out of the gutter! In anticipation of the upcoming season, I was reminiscing about the blossoming of my love for the game, and ultimately the first baseball game I ever attended.
I spent my formative years in rural northeastern Pennsylvania. Well, at that time it was rural – not so much anymore. This was back in the days pre-cable, pre-satellite, pre-anything except good old-fashioned broadcast television. We were pretty much equidistant from both Philadelphia and New York, so the team you ended up rooting for was pretty much determined by which TV station your antenna could pick up (I know you young’uns out there are probably having a hard time imagining such archaic technology ).
Some people could only get Philadelphia stations. Some could only get New York stations. Some poor souls could get practically none at all. My family was apparently blessed with the ideal location, as we could get both! This led to an early schism in our household – I rooted for the Phillies,
but my sister ended up following the Mets.
Or as I so lovingly teased her, the Mutts.
So the two girls in the family would argue over which team to watch (oddly enough, our younger brother didn’t even like baseball, so he didn’t care). I’m pretty sure the only reason my sister watched the Mets was because she had the hots for Lee Mazzilli, though she will deny that. Note Lee’s nifty late-’70′s hairstyle.
Let’s fast-forward now through my high-school and college years, when I regrettably succumbed to the peer pressure that it wasn’t “cool” for girls to like sports. And since there were no MLBlogs at the time, of course I didn’t know that there actually were a lot of female baseball fans out there. I guess none of you went to my school – oh well.
So finally, two years out of college, at the ripe old age of 23, I finally get to attend my first major league game. Yay!
May 15, 1987. The Padres are playing the Phillies at everybody’s favorite stadium to bad-mouth, the Vet. A guy I had recently met asked me out on a date – yay! To go see the Phillies – double yay! But I was recovering from having my appendix removed – not yay. He also didn’t believe in buying tickets ahead of time – double not yay. We got to the stadium and he bought what were actually pretty decent seats from an “unofficial ticket salesman” in the parking lot, and the view from our seats was pretty much like this:
Not too bad! We settled in to watch the game, and now here comes the memorable part. Sometime in the middle innings, San Diego’s catcher lofts a high foul pop toward the upper deck behind us. Everyone is craning around to see (except me – limited mobility from the appendix, you know), and it appears to be caught by someone in the first row or two up there.
But they dropped it!
As I look up to see the ball falling towards us, what seemed like dozens of hands are all reaching above me to try to catch the ball. All I could do was cringe, close my eyes, and cover my head to keep from being whacked unconscious. Then I heard voices asking “Where is it?”, “Where’d it go?”
I opened my eyes to see, believe it or not, the ball nestled between my feet. All these years later, I still have it. Here it is:
The ball was off the bat of Benito Santiago, who went on to win the Rookie of the Year award that year,
and later played for the Phillies in 1996.
Sadly, I don’t even remember the name of the guy that took me to the game (it was our one and only date). The Phillies won that game, 7-4, but would go on to finish fifth (out of six) in the NL East that year.
After that, my love for the game was back to stay. So thank you, whoever you are, for taking me out that night!