It was shaping up as a decent evening. No need for a Michael Jackson cocktail from my personal doctor. Though our lead only stood at 9, I felt confident in the eighth inning, especially with two outs.
So what happens? Tomko surrenders a single, a run scores, the margin is chopped to eight, and I'm back to pacing the floor with the loaded Luger in my mouth. Yes, I'm facing another white-knuckled night and no sleep.
Then, to top it off, in the 9th, Eric Hinkse cannot deliver with a runner on first, our last shot at restoring a comfortable nine-run lead, or maybe even pulling double-digits.
Wrecks the night. These games against Minnesota are pure torture. Thank God they're making Genny Cream Ale again.
Yeah, it's time to ship Tomko & Hinkse & Joba & the two Phils to Toronto for Doc Halladay!
ReplyDeleteDon't forget Genny Ice, for that little bit extra.
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