Phillies 3, Cardinals 2: Pitchers' Duel, Motherfucker

I left my heart in Ben Francisco and you know what, it was incredibly erotic.

If you wanted to be a jerk about it, you could point out that there were an awful lot of baserunners for a game that I am calling a pitchers' duel, but when you are scoreless headed into the seventh in the playoffs, then mister, you've got yourself a pitchers' duel as far as I'm concerned. Yesterday, the contemptible Tony La Russa, who is also a genius according to sportswriters who are fools, decided that there is just no way you can let a monster like Carlos Ruiz beat you, so you put him on, basically, never mind that, although the pitcher's spot is up next, Cole Hammels has thrown like 117 pitches so they would obviously go to the bench for a bat, right? You ignore that, because it isn't important. So then Ben Francisco comes up, and guides a three-run shot just over the wall in the left-centre, and that's pretty much the ballgame. Good game Tony! Really managed the shit out of that one! In his defense, it is entirely possible he was blinded by sublimity at the time. I mean, look:

Above: Baseball, a game played in the interest of awesomeness.

KS