Archive for September, 2009

Jamie Moyer Loves to do it Doggystyle

Get Well Soon

Get Well Soon

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Pat Burrell Sends His Congratulations

Pat The Bat letting the NL East know our Magic Number

Pat The Bat letting the rest of the NL East know our Magic Number

How many times have I said it? Baseball is a wonderful game.

Half of Philadelphia was frantically pressing the panic button yesterday (guilty as charged), and only a few hours later the city can all but taste the champagne.

What went down: It wasn’t the best start we have seen from J.A. Happ this year, but it was good enough to get it done. Pedro Feliz had the big hit of the night, when he cleared the bases with his second Grand-Slam of the year – it was fucking awesome.

What I liked: Ryan Madson. Was their any question he would be here? I have been lobbying for Madson to take the reigns in the 9th for some time now, and he did a fine job in two innings of work last night.

Everybody Scores! Woohoo!

Everybody Scores! Woohoo!

Pedro Feliz. I’d applaud you for a great AB on the Grand-Slam, but you swung at the first pitch like you always do. This time you didn’t ground out to short – nice one bro.

Jimmy Rollins. Another two hit game from you is a nice thing to see as the playoffs inch closer. You  also had a lot of chances at short tonight and you didn’t disappoint. “Fine game”, as Sarge would say.

Jayson Werth. You gave me the insurance I needed to not have heart failure in the 9th, thanks man. Oh, and, 35 homeruns? Jesus.

Who and what pissed me off: Chase Utley. You couldn’t roll it any better to second base could you? You actually look scared at the plate for some reason, are you hurt? Something isn’t right, and it is obvious you need some time off.

Shane Victorino. You blew tonight too, Shane. Lock it up – three LOB isn’t cool.

Can somebody explain to me why: we didn’t clinch this division last week? These players could really use some rest before the NLDS, and it looks like they may only get a day or two. It would be nice if none of the regulars had to play this weekend against the Marlins.

Now what: Pedro Martinez is coming back from his neck injury tonight, and will be trying to put this division in the books. See you there.

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Ed Wade Can Blow Me

What the fuck is it with the Huston Astros? Did the Phillies’ never bother to change the signs, and the Huston players know what is coming? What is with all the fucking bloop hits, bunts, broken-bat hits, seeing-eye singles, and infield hits? I’m truly at a loss for words here, because this shit has been happening since 2006.

What went down: The Phillies lost the first game of the series behind a tough-luck Hamels loss, and a easy win for for Bazardo. Hamels was really undone by all the unlucky circumstances I mentioned above, and couldn’t get it done through six and two thirds. The fucking Astros play like they are the best team of the decade against the Phils, and it makes me sick.

Dink, Dunk, Bunt - Eight runs accross and Ed Wade is a Cunt

Dink, Dunk, Bunt - Eight runs accross and Ed Wade is a Cunt

What I liked: Cole Hamels. You had some swagger to you tonight, but you couldn’t seem to put the hitters away. You lost, but im not going to kill you for it – I will, however, have sex with your wife.

Jimmy Rollins. You started the game off nice – single, SB, advanced to third, scored on a sac fly. If we actually make it to the playoffs this particular script could be useful.

Who and what pissed me off: Everything. Hitters, situational hitting, pitching, situational pitching, bullpen management (walker shouldn’t of been in the game), and Cario pinch hitting. FML.

Can somebody explain to me why: we can’t beat the Houston Astros? I outlined it above, but I can’t figure it out.

Now what: I know I promised a drunk masterpiece after tonight’s game, but this was a deflating loss. This fucking team turns average pitchers into hall of fame caliber arms, and it baffles me. I don’t care who is pitching tomorrow or who is playing what position, I just want to win. Use this space to take out your frustrations – I won’t hate.

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Jimmy Gives a Shoutout to 4DR

If you listen closely in between the names Jimmy rattles off, you can hear distinctive mentions of Bay Slugga and 4DR.com

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Ryan Madson Loves the Shocker

The Phillies enter the final week of the season tonight with a healthy five game lead in the National League East, and a magic number of three. The Braves have decided that they don’t plan on losing the rest of the year, and the Phillies need to handle their business this series and lock the division down. The pitching match-ups for this week are incredibly lopsided too:

1. Yorman Bazardo – Cole Hamels

2. Wilton Lopez – J.A. Happ

3. Brian Moehler- Cliff Lee

4. Felipe Paulino – Pedro Martienz

As the Phillies inch closer to the playoffs, the players have something to prove to the fans this week. While going .500 on a road trip is by no means a disaster, the players know that they need to head into the NLDS with some momentum and swagger – Jimmy Rollins said it best:

To a man, we would like to go out there, handle our business and keeping winning. Get on a good stretch, and by doing so we’ll have some momentum going into the playoffs. We’re doing OK. We do some things good. Some things like, what the heck is going on out there? It looks like a Little League game right now. But let’s put a nice homestand together and see where that takes us.

The shocker is great, but fisting is even better.

The shocker is great, but fisting is even better.

Ryan Madson showed me some intensity yesterday when he stuck out Mike Cameron with some filthy fireballs, and then promptly went into a profanity laden rant to express his satisfaction. This is the type of shit this team needs to bring to the ballpark this week. With the Braves nipping at the heels of the NL East, the Phillies should treat their last seven games as a playoff warm-up.

I’m done with the complacent feelings that this division is wrapped up, and the WFC is waiting for us at the end of October. The Phillies won it all last year because of their intensity and desire to win, and it is time to rekindle those feelings. While this year’s Phillies team may be better than last’s, it is important to find the fire that kicks players into overdrive and brings parades down broad street.

Stay tuned to 4DR, because I’m going to get drunk tonight and blog a fucking masterpiece after the game.

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Just Do It.

No, this isn’t a Nike add. No, this isn’t a Brad Lidge bitch-session.

During my final Brad Lidge rant, I promised not to bitch about our defunct closer anymore, and I intend to make on my word. I’m not even going to bitch about our stupid fucking manager for sticking with Brad Lidge all this time. My message is simple – Just Do It.

If you touch your fucking chin one more time, I'm going to murder your children.

If you touch your fucking chin one more time, I'm going to murder your children.

I don’t care what has to be done, I don’t care what egos have to be pissed on, and I don’t care who has to be killed in order for this team to win another World Series. I’m tired of analyzing skewed fucking statistics  to try and create a winning formula for the 9th inning.  I’m tired of bashing this player, or defending this player in an attempt to define this team as a winner or a loser.

While Charlie may seem like a moron for blindly trusting Lidge this season, I hope he is smart enough to realize this fucking charade isn’t going to work in the postseason. There is no “figuring it out” or “finding a rhythm” – you either win or you pack your bags like a bitch.

I don’t care who has to pitch our of their role, or who has to be tested, but this team has to step up and close the door on this season and continue to dominate in October. This team has a special core of talent, and some nice complimentary role players – lets not blow this because of one guy with a vagina and hanging slider.

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