Halladay looked at medium force from the get-go, giving up a as many hits as Tim Wakefield in the first 3 innings but not having the defense to stop Sox from crossing home plate. Early runs seemed to drain any confidence from Roy and make the Phillies offense eager to swing at garbage. It was pop-up city pretty much. We didn't even get on the board until the bottom 9th from an RBI double by Raul and a 2 run jack from Ross Gload. Too little, too late but it's better than another shutout, boys.
End result: 3-8, series to the Sox. The only enjoyable part of the game came at Youkilis' expense when he got beaned in the dome with the cut-off thrown from Chutley to third after that triple but that feeling was fleeting at best.
It's fucking balls that we hand them these games every time these fucks come to town. Fuck it, we got the day off and then the trip up the pike to Flushing on Tuesday. Maybe some road work can get the minds right and help us forget this last weekend for a few weeks until we have 2 weeks of the inter league garbage.
Now, Followers, I'd like to share some ha-has with you. I went into this joint called Wokinabox a few days ago to eat some shitty food. As I was being accosted by the overly friendly 14 year old looking 40 year old Asian girl behind the counter I grabbed a menu to make my selection a little more informed. I scanned over the choices and came across an item of considerable concern.
Yeah, I thought maybe they just fucked up their hand menus but looked up at the house menu and what do I see? Pud Thai, a house special, a way of life. Not Pad, Pud. They really have no idea what they are shilling here. Do I really have to go into how retarded this looks? Nah, son. I'm sure it tastes very unami, just like every other ball sack I've tried.
Until next time, my dear Followers, fuck new york and fuck new york.