the city of brotherly love, minus the sports.
Just look at the pitching matchup for Game 3. Who do you think is going to win? The happy, smiling ALCS MVP, or the 40-something year old guy who looks completely lost starting his first World Series game after 20-something years in the majors who surprisingly had a decent year.
Before the series started, it was already fact that the Rays had a better starting rotation, more balanced, more competitive. The entire city of Philadelphia was relying on a young Cole Hamels. We also knew the Phillies would make it up with their offense. I mean, come on, with Jimmy Rollins, Chase Utley, Ryan Howard, and Pat Burrell, and Pedro Feliz and Jayson Werth for you Giants and Dodgers fans.
But who would've thought that they would suck ass! Jimmy Rollins is hitless in the World Series. The Phillies CAN NOT hit at all with runners in scoring position. While the Rays have hit homers after homers. This series proves that he young guns are keeping it real.
The above guy, who's going to win AL Manager of the Year, looks more deserving than this battle of the biggest beer belly dude.
Face it, Philly. You can't win anything.
The Eagles are always decent, but end up choking. The choking started already this year, bring them back down to a mediocre team. The Flyers? Holding firmly to the last spot in the standings, finally notching their first win of the season last night. Sixers are "rebuilding" again and again. No wonder A.I. left. But hey, I gotta give them credit. They may make the 8th playoff spot this year!
So forget it, Philly. Sports isn't your thing. Stick with rooting for Rocky, but looks like the Botox isn't working anymore either.
Don't worry though, I still like your Phillies cap though. You got my brotherly love there.
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