That, my friends, is the sweetest thing I’ve seen in a long, long while. I am simultaneously deliriously happy (as a friend put it, “Breathe Scott breathe…… in, out, in, out, take a sip & repeat in, out, in, out.”) and titanically annoyed at the Red Sox for squandering a bases loaded bottom of the ninth, the Twins for playing spoiler and pre-emptively upset with the Nationals just in case they don’t completely roll over and play dead in Philly this weekend.This could be the year. Boston and Philadelphia born again hard. The long-awaited beginning of New York’s well-earned slide into obscurity and depression. It could be.In other news, Hillary Clinton proved she’s the anti-Christ. “I’ve always been a Yankees fan,” says the former first-lady in response to the question: “Yankees or Red Sox?” She did microscopically redeem herself by commenting that the possibility of a Red Sox/Cubs World Series might be one of the signs of the apocalypse.
So, everybody pray for the Phillies. 705 tonight, 355 tomorrow, 135 on Sunday. Then hopefully a city will burn, cars will be overturned, and people will be desperately injured – but all out of delirious happiness in the city of Brotherly Love.
