Andrew Hamm: the Bipolar Express

Ruminations on theatre, music, and just about anything else that crosses my bipolar brain.

Friday, August 31, 2007

The Baseball Gods Giveth and the Baseball Gods Taketh Away

Anyone who's a regular reader here (or a friend of mine) knows that my fandom for the Boston Red Sox is in a state of uneasy truce with my love for the Philadelphia Phillies. One team is in my heart, the other is in my soul. Choosing between them is like choosing between my children. (Okay, my cats.) The fact that they're in different leagues makes it okay; they only play against each other every three years--or in my fantasy, head-exploding World Series of the Future.

So I'm not sure how to feel this morning. The Red Sox have just suffered an embarrassing smackdown at the hands of the formerly-flailing, now-surging Yankees, losing a three-game sweep. Look how sad Jason Varitek looks in this picture! I just want to fly up to Boston and give him a hug. I would embrace him with a firm, manly grip, patting his back and reminding him, "You still have a five-game lead, Tek. It's okay." The disappointment of getting swept in this series is going to hang on for a very long time. The Sox still have the best record in baseball, but it just feels icky right now.

On the other hand, there are the Philadelphia Phillies. In a much more unexpected and exciting development, the fightin' Phils swept the first-place Mets in a thrilling four-game series full of clutch hits, big plays, and late-inning heroics. Licensed Met-killer Pat "the Bat" Burrell, Agent 005 (pictured), rocked the hell out of Mets pitching as usual. The Phillies have been aiming for the Wild Card for quite some time; the Mets took over the NL East months ago. Now the Phils find themselves looking up the same two games in the standings at both New York in the East and San Diego in the Wild Card. And playing the way they are, injured pitching be damned, anything seems possible in the City of Cheesesteak.

I don't know how to feel today. I'm crying with one eye while the other sparkles. More importantly, which hat do I wear to the office today? Philadelphia in celebration, or Boston in support?

Well, actually, that last one is easy.

Kickoff Saturday trumps everything. For one more day, we are all Hokies.

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  • At 8/31/2007 3:35 PM , Blogger Scott Wichmann said...

    Go Sox. Joba Chamberlain and Bob Watson gave the Sox plenty of reason to settle the score in two weeks at Fenway. Youk won't forget, and neither will Francona. It's all about who catches fire closest to October. I can handle a little momentum swing now-- It's the overall JD Drew-ishness of the club in the motivation dept that has had me concerned recently.

    Congrats on the Phils-- what a great story they're shaping up to be... I love Aron Rowand and Little Papi and the overall Philly fan base. God, they deserve something good.

    And go Hokies!!

    Have a great weekend!!


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