Phillies win on a walk-off hit
Phillies 5
Astros 4
WP: Baez (1-0)| LP: Lyon (0-1)
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*sigh*
No this was not a playoff game, and yes it is only *one* game. But I was robbed. I was deprived. I was violated. Okay, scratch that last one off the list. Yes, I felt cheated of the sheer joy, the ecstasy, the thrill! Of seeing an Astro’s win? Nah, in that sense it is only one game and there will be plenty those this year… maybe. No, what I felt was the gut-punch this fine day of first game baseball: I didn’t get to see sad, lonely, almost driven to tears, definitely driven to anger and rage, camera shots of Phillie Phan.
Bring out the tasers!
But alas, no joy in Lyonville tonight as the Phillie Phans were actually given a special gift from the local nine. That being, of course, a come from behind, last inning, we haven’t done anything today, yes, we’re kind of sleepwalking through this game, ho-hum wake us up when games matter, win from the Phillies. 
Truth be told, the one time Phillie Brett Myers, was masterful all day, somehow mesmerizing his former team into said snoozer performance. Maybe Gunther taught the hurler his special hypnotic stare or something, because no Phillie really could figure out Mr. Myers all day long. Yes, they got two runs off of him and yes, it all started with a walk, but had his battery-mate on this day, one Senor Q, done his job and, well, caught the ball with his mitt, the chances are that Myers escapes this game with no runs scored and a perhaps a victory cigar.
Before we get to the sad moments in the ninth inning, there was plenty of Phillie Phan gnashing of teeth throughout the day, so maybe I should take solace in that. Who am I kidding, no… I don’t. I want my crying Phillie Phan when the umpires make their way off the field. I want battery chucking. I want some police chase around the stadium, complete with calf roping style knock down and handcuffing! I was robbed I tells ya, robbed! Any way, the good part of the day was the Astros offense, a not to shabby of performance from up and down the lineup against the man who is arguably the best there is in baseball, one Roy Halliday. Houston didn’t do anything spectacular off him, but he didn’t look all that special against the young Houston nine who took good approaches to the batters box to see if they could make one or two fall for them.
Baby I was Bourn to run!
Eventually, one run crossed the plate so that pretty much ended the day for Halliday, that and the fact he had to use a ton of pitches to get these scrappers off his back. Enter the faithful seventh when the offense came alive and took the wood to Phillie bullpen members and put out three more runs for a nice looking 4-0 lead late in the game. The highlight of course, was the two run triple by Baby Back Bourn (why do you guys nickname him after ribs? Huh? What? I have that wrong? Oops, sorry). Any way, just watching the kid run makes anyone smile and smile I did. Roadrunner has nothing on Bourn. RRB?
So on to the ninth they went, holding on to a 4-2 lead and to what seemed like the sweet sights of Phillie Phan barfing on someone within smelling distance… errr…. reach. Not to be as the 2011 closer for the club, Brandon Lyon, basically had nothing when he went in and had nothing when he came out at game’s end. Three Phillie runs, everyone is happy, nobody gets shot.
Go get them tomorrow.