Thank god for the upper deck, right-field seats. You know the ones I'm talking about. The seats located outside the foul pole.
Because if it wasn't for two angry girls sitting out there, Friday night's 13-0 Phillies debacle against the Giants would have been a complete waste of time.
Let's look past the obvious highlights of the game. The Philly faithful giving it to Bonds (my personal favorite insult was yelled by a guy sitting two rows behind me: "Cheating is not good. Not on your wife. Not in baseball. Not Ever!" Well said for a guy that was reading "To Kill A Mockingbird" during most of the game.)
The truth is, that book was probably more entertaining than this contest.
No homers by Bonds, but the Giants managed three dingers (two three-run shots by Ray Durham and Pedro Feliz and a grand slam by Fred Lewis that literally bounced off Pat Burrell's glove and over the fence).
And aside from the constant booing at Bonds and the "Let's Go Steroids" chants, there was nothing really to get excited about.
The Phils used four pitchers within the first five innings (starter Adam Eaton was pulled after two when he gave up five runs on six hits, reliever Francisco Rosario got hurt in the third, and then came in rookie Mike Zagurski and not-so-rookie and not-so-good Clay Condrey). Just look at that quality bullpen.
Phils have now lost four straight and are looking more and more like any playoff aspirations are going the way of the Do-Do bird.
At least Cole Hamels is pitching on Saturday. Can we call him the Steve Carlton of the 2007 Phils? In 1972, the Phillies won only 59 games. Carlton had 27 of those wins (27-10 for the year). See the comparison?
This game should've been called in the seventh, when the rain started coming down hard, just to put the Phillies out of their misery. By the end of the game, only Burrell and Shane Victorino were playing in their starting spots.
At least the rain led to another quality moment of the game because with the rain came strong winds and this comment from one of my buddies:
"There is nothing more beautful than seeing trash floating down from the upper deck."
What happens when all the trash is on the field for the entire game?