Couldn't the fine folks at Sports Illustrated, we don't know, put the *Rockies* on the cover?
Game starts at 3ish, once all the random pomp and circumstance ends. We know. Less with the Phillies and more with the stories about *not* picking up lasses at the bar.
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So Brett, one of our best friends from back in the day, is attending today's playoff game with his wife. He just left a message... and he'll probably be leaving more the drunker he gets:
Brett's Wife: (OMS)! Wish you were here, buddy!
Brett: (Snap)! We just got into town. Sittin' in the Holiday Inn parking lot already on brew number 2. Wish you were here for Ryan Howard's home run. He's gettin' one today right there in section 304, row 6. I'm catchin' it. Go Phils!
ADDENDUM!
Brett's wife is home with the kid! Brett's mom is there, instead, going beer for beer with her boys!
UPDATE!
From Brett, who doesn't hold his beer as well as he used to and is a little bit slurring in his voicemail messages...
"YOOOOOOOO DUDE! We're viciously heading into the stadium now and I've never seen as much red as I have today. It's absolutely f*cking insane, dude. We've been trying to count the number of people that don't have red or something with "Phillies" on them and it's like two people. This is craaaaaazy."
"And dude," Brett just said. "There's so much puzz here."
Don't make us breakdown the college lingo.
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