Watch out world, I’m not too happy at the moment.
This, of course, is the result of the Phillies lackluster effort against the Giants yesterday. Once again, their bats failed to come to life, as they were shut out 3-0.
What is going on?
One possible explanation: they were lulled to sleep by the most totally un-stirring, un-inspiring, un-energetic performance of the National Anthem that I have ever heard.
I often wonder who chooses the anthem performers for the playoff games. You would think they might try to find someone with ties to the city where the game is being played. San Francisco has a rich musical history – Santana, Journey, Steve Miller, Train, I’d even take Huey Lewis.
But we get someone named Ben Gibbard, of the band Death Cab for Cutie. They are from Seattle, and Gibbard is a self-proclaimed Mariners fan. They couldn’t at least find a Giants fan?
[tangential thought: I know there are some wacky band names out there, but this one stumps me. Who is Cutie? And why is she taking a “death cab”? Is it like the Cash Cab, but if you answer wrong you die?]
So maybe this was all part of the Giants strategy, because the result was this:
My mood was not helped when
rodeo clown wannabe, um, evil elf Cody Ross knocked in the first run of the game for the Giants. Replays showed the pitch was not down and on the inside half of the plate, like the three homers he’s hit so far off Phillies pitchers, but low and away. So how does he manage to pull that pitch and line it into left field?
There’s only one logical answer: someone has been dealing with the devil.
[OK, probably not, but it was fun to deface his picture. I feel a little better now.]