The champagne isn’t chilling, but Eric Bruntlett has been summoned to retrieve the ice.
Pedro Feliz will soon be spotted screaming his head off wearing swimming goggles inside a clubhouse draped in Saran Wrap. For players like Pedro, who begin preparing as early as January, there’s cause for celebration to reward a job well done once the Phillies make it official. However, on the heels of the greatest party this city has ever seen, and knocking on the door to a third-consecutive division title, fans seem in no rush to block off 1 Penn Square for a pep rally in front of City Hall. One reader put it this way: "We already know that even if they do find a way to make it all the way through, it can't compare to how it felt last fall. We've experienced the pinnacle and everything else is just gravy. It simply can't mean as much; all the hurdles have been long since cleared, and the wistfulness is for the greater intensity of meaning which has gone more conspicuously missing than Brad Lidge's command. Meaning or not, however, another part of it is that everyone knows they aren't going very far at all in October, and it's going to suck to deal with an unhappy ending looming copiously in the headlights." - RSB