Last baseball post for a while, I promise.
The Phillies managed to sandwich losing 2 out of 3 to Kansas City with two three-game sweeps, so I can’t complain too much about that. They’re now tied for second in their division, and only two game behind the New York Mets. They were eight back a little more than a week ago. It’ll be interesting to see how the team deals with the injuries that have affected the pitching staff, but it looks like they’ll at least make a race out of it.
So of course I jinxed all of this by ordering tickets for a game in September. My brothers and my mom are going to go to a Sunday game. After several rounds of negotiations, we found a date that worked for everyone and narrowed down where we wanted to sit. There was an entire close-but-in-the-outfield vs. higher-up-but-in-the-infield discussion that took more effort to resolve than some multinational trade agreements. I give credit to the Phillies’ phone operators for not just hanging up on me when I said “OK, I need seven tickets, and there are a total of eight sections in the ballpark that we would like to sit in.” And they actually got us pretty close to where we wanted, so I’ll have a good view of whatever heartbreaking play extends my losing streak.
I’m telling you, I see them win a game in person, I’ll almost be OK with them missing the playoffs. Almost.