I know what you're thinking about right now. You're thinking about a particularly leggy blonde you met at the bar recently. She's just the right height, just the right look, and just the right amount of bitchiness. She swears, drinks hard alcohol, is dressed a little to trashy for the current establishment, and smokes a couple of cigarettes a day. You're thinking, all systems go.
Then something happens. Maybe you spill your drink on yourself. Maybe your hairpiece falls off. Maybe her fat friend shows up. But, most likely, you do something to F it all up.
Ladies and gentlemen, your 2008 Philadelphia Phillies.
Much like the above discussed bar tramp (I've decided she's a divorcee in her early thirties), the NL East is there for the taking. But not for your Phils. In case you haven't heard, the Phils got blown out by the Braves on a night when the Mets choked away a four-run lead. A win there would have pushed their lead in the NL East to 2.5 with 3 to play (four for the Mets).
"Hello? Phillies? This is opportunity. Yeah, I've been standing here a while. Oh. Busy? Ok, I'll come back later, maybe."
Sooner or later this team - which has been on a tear - has got to reach out and grab destiny by the short and curlies. Until then, they're going to be a poor man's version of the Mid-90s Cleveland Indians-a great show, but no championships.
Who feels great about a rotation of Hamels, Myers, and Moyer in the postseason now?
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