Phillies 4, Rays 3 – What? You expect me to be gracious, congratulatory towards a rival team? After 50 hours of waiting, Philadelphia finishes the job thanks to a crucial hit by Pedro Feliz in the 7th inning, driving in Eric Bruntlett, who was pinch-running for Pat Burrell after he’d hit a 400-foot double. The game was in the hands of hte bullpen: Ryan Madsen, J.C. Romero, and then, Brad Lidge, who excised the demon (who looked very, very similar to Albert Pujols) from his playoff times in Houston and completed a season in which he did not blow a save.
Cole Hamels’ 4-0 performance earns him the Series MVP, and Philadelphia goes nuts in its first championship since 1983 and the Phillies’ first title since 1980 — thanks to a series of great performances and hitting when they most needed it (and some from the same person, like Joe Blanton in Game 4.)
And all I have to say is: fuck all of y’all. Go to hell.
(In all seriousness, congratulations, Phillies. Nice to have an NL team back on top, even if it is you guys. Except for Brett Myers — you, sir, are still a fuckwit.)
For the Rays, it means coming up short, but after a season where they win the toughest division in baseball, take out the White Sox and the Red Sox in a season where they went from worst to first, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, and there are things to build on. But now, the day belongs to Philadelphia, and I, for one, would not like to be a police officer in that city for at least another 12 hours (not like I want to be a cop at any point and time.)