Morning Wood: Can Still Get It Up Sometimes

Kyle Scott | August 1, 2012

The Flyin' Hawaiian

Of course they did.

That can only be described as an Of Course They Did Game: Any game in which a team, seemingly down and out, perhaps with all of its police buried under the city and a ticking time bomb in its midst, rises up from near certain death to whoop the division leaders. They don’t necessarily do it with skill, rather, it’s fear that propels them.

The Phillies beat the Washington Nationals last night, 8-0. Jimmy Rollins added an inside-the-park home run:

It’s all going to be too-little, too-late from here on out. Which is a sad, because there are still plenty of winners on this team. Around 3 p.m. yesterday, after Shane Victorino and Hunter Pence had presumably left the clubhouse, I had an image in my head of Chase Utley, head down at his locker, ripping apart a glove, seam by seam. 

Email from reader Danny:

This is pretty much what you expected tonight, no?

Miss the wild card by 3.5 games 

 

I’m not sure of the three and a half games, but, yeah, I expected an effort last night. And of course Cliff Lee finally found his stream, pissing seven innings of lightly-browned excellence, striking out seven and walking one. Of course he did.

Truth is, I’m exhausted from yesterday and last night’s FIFA 12 tournament, so here’s a bunch of nonsense, aggregated:

Congrats to Chuck for winning the 24-person tournament:

Thanks to our friends from Play 'N Trade in Lansdale for hooking us up with systems. They have an awesome selection of used games. Try out any game before you buy it. Check them out here.

From (@NickfrDoylstown):

This one via (@mooseyfbaby28):

MLB.com wants to punch you in the dick:

Reader Dave sends the winner:

As touching as those first Victo Tweets were is how annoying this last one is. Get used to these, because if you thought Victo’s Twitter was bad when he was a Phillie, just wait until he starts tweeting about all things Left Coast. Somewhere, Mike Richards is showing him how it’s done.

Can we get odds on Victorino banging Rihanna, to the evil pleasure of Matt Kemp?