Division Titles, MVPs and some Ugly Football

I woke up at 6 AM for work this morning, promptly hit snooze every nine minutes for the next 36 minutes, then got out of my bed, miserable, at 6:36. As Im brushing my teeth, I look into the mirror and couldnt help but notice the massive smile that has not left my face since Willy Mo buckled on a 1-2 curve ball like he'd never seen one before. Ive endured some terrible, crushing times as a Philadelphia sports fan in my 23 years of existence, but there really is no greater feeling than getting over that playoff hump for the first time since I was in 4th Grade.

Best part about it: the Phils can absolutely waltz their way into the World Series. Their bullpen has been nasty (granted theyve been overused and that may come back to haunt them), they obviously hit the tits off the ball, they execute and they play with this unbelievable chip on their shoulder. They knew they were good, and despite any hardships they went through, their body language and demeanor never looked anything like what the Mets' has looked like since the Phils swept them at Shea.

I do feel bad for you in one respect Bob; no way should Willie Randolph's job be in jeopardy right now when you were scoring 6 or 7 runs a game and your bullpen just refused to put up a zero. Not to mention your lead-off hitter laid one of the biggest eggs an MVP candidate has ever laid in September that I can remember.

Few more thoughts on the Phils:

No one, irregardless of how strong their argument is, can sway me one inch away from the stone cold fact that Jimmy Rollins is the Most Valuable Player in the National League. Period. Save your breath.

That being said, can anyone think of an instance where the MVP of either league DID NOT make the All-Star Game?????? Further proving how much of a snub that was. JJ Cunty Hardy, eh???? Great effort Tony LaRussa you fucking donkey. Stop wearing tinted eye glasses at night and passing out at the wheel. Go cry during a post-game interview.

The post game on field celebration was highlighted by Pat Burrell running faster than he has since his sophomore year at Da U when he was banging some big linebacker's girlfriend and was caught mid-thrust. He picked off Brett Myers from the dugout before Christ Coste could make it 60 feet 6 inches. Epic. A little aside about Pat, after he left the game in the bottom of the 6th I spotted him in the dugout drinking out of a Styrofoam cup and from its color I concluded that it was one of two beverages: coffee or a stiffly concocted bourbon and coke. Im going with the latter.

Ryan Howard. Wow. Outstanding down the stretch. Last week of the season: .381, 5 jacks, 11 rbis, 1.575 ops. How to find a way! Best season stat? 47 jacks? Nope. 136 RBIs? Nope. .976 OPS? Nope. Finding a way to not strike out that fucking 200th time? You got it bay bay, chirren at 199. Good job big fella! Way to be selective!

In the locker room during the jubilation Chris Wheeler was getting some interviews, and as you can imagine, it was a flat out fucking shit show in there. Even Tad Iguchi's translator was putting on a display, yeh that is him pouring champagne all over JRoll in that picture on the front of espn.com, and wearing goggles. The goddamn bat boy was prolly doing keg stands with Jayson Werth. Anyway Wheels is interviewing Chuck Manuel, who sounds like the 5th dumbest person in the country, out of nowhere Victorino is dousing him with beers and rather than answering the question he says "Jesus Christ, Wheels, I dont know." Which was immediately followed by him just walking away and Wheels standing there with his pud in his hands hoping that we didnt hear him curse at home on live TV. We heard it babe, and it was hilarious.

Speaking of that fat sack of crap, he went from all but having his bags packed to become a Triple A hitting coach to being National League Manager of the Year! Borderline sickening. They like playing for him tho. I just hate being leaps and bounds smarter than my manager in addition to having to watch him walk out to the mound with that miserable physique and listening to his post game "press conferences" aka pick the brain of a retard sessions.

Playoff predictions are coming soon, I gotta see who is coming to town on Wednesdee, but right now Ill take my chances against any ball club.

Saturdee and Sundee were two of the ugliest days of football ever. Top 15 teams playing like pussies, "good" NFL teams laying eggs, and the Eagles offensive line looking eerily similar to the offensive line of the Temple Owls. Hey Winston Justice, Osi Umenyora is not invisible, you can actually block him. Great effort donkey!!! 6 sacks by one guy??? Really??? Thats a midpoint of the season mark, not a strong effort on a friggin Sundee night!!! Good Golly!

Bob, when and where did that Han-Ram quote come from? He didnt seem to want to sugarcoat it too much though.

Alright Im still in bliss. Lets Go Faaaaaathers! Lets Go Rockies! I dont give a fuck who it is!!!

LETS GO PHILS!

Dont Hate Me Cause You Aint Me,

Daaaaaa Govna