So the Phillies who this time last week were about eight hours from giving up five runs in the eighth (they came back and won, but whatevs), played the Braves yesterday -- a team the Mets swept over the weekend.
Leading 8-2 in the *eighth* inning, the Phillies gave up four runs. They then came back out for the ninth and gave up, um, three.
Ballgame.
"I can't believe what happened," said Charlie Manuel, who is still considered by some, and no, not Old Man Snap, as Manager of the Year material. "I've never seen anything like that."
Um. We did. Last week.
The team's bullpen isn't even in shambles. It's a nightmare. Sure, we once walked eight consecutive batters in our first pitching assignment when we were 7, but, um, we think we, bum-shoulder and all, could at least get some outs.
We're torn, really. After what we saw last week against the Mets, we think the Phillies could tell naysayers to eff off and make a run. But then, well, yesterday happened.
Damnit.
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