Oh we of little faith...

Yesterday we texted Cliff Lee was way better than Doc Halladay, who gave up a three run dinger four minutes into the game.  Moments later we typed that the offense SUCKED.

And that was after the first inning.



By the third inning we tweeted the game was over.

In the fourth we were reading Sports Illustrated while half paying attention to the game.

Then came the sixth. 

Rollins singled, but refused to steal second.  ("He sucks.  When was the last time he stole a base?  2005?")  Utley whiffed.  ("We're stuck with this guy for TWO more years?!?").  Hunter Pence ripped a single.  ("He's our only REAL hitter.")  Up stepped The Big Man.  Ryan Howard.  With the count 2-2, we announced, "Watch.  He'll strike out."   Ball three, full count.  We again said he'd strike out.  He ripped off three straight foul balls.  Before the last one, we pleaded -- "Hit a home run!"  One pitch later, that's exactly what he did.  He tomahawked a chest high change up from Kyle Loshe and sent it into the second deck in right field.

It was his first meaningful playoff hit that we could remember since 2008.  By the end of the inning, the Phillies had scored five runs.  They went on to win, 11-6.  (But not before Uncle Charlie had to kick Michael Stutes the hell off the mound and get closer Ryan Madson into the game for the final two outs.)

We knew we had it all the way.