Thursday, June 07, 2007

AIN’T NO ANGEL GONNA GREET ME.

I was bruised and battered and I couldn’t tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window I didn’t know my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia

Tonight was supposed to be a zero baseball night. We were going to see our friends, the lovely Shalitas, play a set at Union Pool. We were going to have to take some ribbing as these are Philly girls, and their guys are Philly guys. But, we were going to be able to avoid the game, and take a little baseball break before the weekend.

TBF handled the blackout just fine. I, however, am entranced with the newly-activated web features on my phone, and with ESPN.com’s delightful mobile interface. I couldn’t resist, and inbetween songs, decided to sneak a peek. It was the bottom of the 9th. I was hopeful.

You can guess how long that lasted.

TBF is packing for his trip to the D this weekend, and I am lying in bed with a pillow over my head, going, I CAN’T BELIEVE THE PHUCKING PHILLIES SWEPT US. So i decide to turn on WFAN. What greets me?

Lights out tonight
trouble in the heartland...

I holler at TBF to come listen.
“I would have chosen something different. Like - ’My City of Ruins‘.”
I’m about to make a crack about “Wreck On The Highway,” when TBF says, “‘I was bruised and battered...’”
I get out of bed.
“That’s a good idea.”
“You’re going to make a blog post about that, aren’t you?”
“I gotta say something.”

Click your heels together, and say this with me: We’re still in first place. We’re still in first place. We’re still in first place.