As the Phillies sit on the doorstep to a 4-0 sweep at the hands of the hated Mets, and all around us seems to be in shambles, I have only this to offer as a positive:
Friday's fireworks were the best I've seen in years.
Yup. That's it sports fans. I am reduced to analyzing fireworks at this point.
Because I sure don't want to analyze JA Happ, Joe Plate, Pat "I make as much as Big Papi" Burrell or any of even the slumping Jimmy Rollins.
I fully expect the Phils will put a win on the board today to salvage some semblance of respectability, but it will still leave us buried 5 games back and sitting a .500. As usual.