A sharp memory will never be my strong suit. My inability to retain even largest details in a baseball season was part of the reason I started to catalogue every moment on Beerleaguer.
I’ll often revisit archived entries because I forgot something that occurred only a few weeks ago. I know how my mind misfires. I know that last night’s boring game and contrived celebration will fade into the background. There is a certain defense mechanism triggered by the presence of Bud Light pounders. I’m happy for Mike Sweeney and Brian Schneider, I guess, but don’t push it. This is just the first step for the odds-on favorite to win the East anyway. We, as Phillies fans, know joy when we see it, and we know the Phils must take three more steps to feel it. It’s why Comcast SportsNet keeps repeating clips of Brett Myers closing out the game in the 2007 division clincher. Pure, unbridled joy. (It’s no coincidence that they were quickly bounced). From my vantage point, the widest smiles this season occurred after Doc’s perfect game and again when an onrush of teammates chased down Chooch after he walked off on Jonathon Broxton. In a season of extreme highs and lows, the lowest lows spanned a couple of excruciatingly bad sets: the ugliness of the Astros umpiring debacle, with Ryan Howard going ballistic, and going 0-for-the-Mets series.Generally speaking, the good (Moyer two-hitter, Werth walk-off, Reds series dramatics, etc.) obviously outweighs the feeling of being seven back only a few weeks ago. Use this thread to jog our memories.