It's hard to win a game when you're having a two-hour temper tantrum, as Brett Myers discovered last night. Myers, acting like Terrell Owens after being told to shut up, snit-fitted his way through six miserable innings and three Nationals' homers as the Phils fell by a 6-3 score. I literally got a migraine headache in about the fourth inning and had to go to bed. It was a bad night all around. Larry Bowa's ghost, in the form of his nephew Nick Johnson, struck in the first inning with the first Washington home run. Preston Wilson, our nemesis from his days with the Marlins, hit the other two off Myers. On our side, Jimmy Rollins is now 2 for his last 35, and the umps blew the call on Wilson's second homer, which did not clear the fence in right field, and may have even been interfered with by a fan.
Corey Lidle tries to tie the series tonight vs. Ryan Drese, who we've smacked around pretty good this year against two different teams. The Astros won, dropping us into third place in the wild card, 1.5 games back. Once again, we get oh so close, and then drop back. As Brett Myers would say, "G*dd!mn M#therf^cking C%cks*ck%ng ..."
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