The Rays’ pitcher, Andy Sonnanstine, proved to not be too much of a threat to the hot-hitting Phillies tonight. Plus the Rays weren’t particularly up to par defensively (their second baseman had a couple errors, and Eva–oh, yes, you read that right–fumbled a ball as well). Offensively, they simply weren’t hot. They weren’t hitting too well off Blanton or, later in the game, Madson or Romero.
Later tonight, King Cole Hamels takes the mound, and I hope he does as well tonight as he has in all his other postseason starts. I hope the Rays are nervous and off their game. I hope they can’t hit off Hamels and that we can hit off Kazmir. I hope that later tonight, Phillies fans will celebrate like it’s 1980. I don’t want to see this series go back to Tampa Bay. I want good things to happen here at home. And since I’m a superstitious, lucky sock-wearing, lucky underwear-wearing Phillies fan, that’s all I’m gonna say about that. The Phillies are 1 game away from a World Series championship. This feel so surreal.
All I have to say for now is, “Let’s go, Phillies!” Hopefully I’ll have more to say, and shriek/scream/squeal about, in less than 24 hours!