The Phillies command your trust.
This is the on-deck series. Exhibition. Nothing. If you're panicked about losing six straight and fearful that it's creating bad juju heading into the postseason, than it might be time to ask yourself, as a fan, whether it's better to invest your summer hours elsewhere instead of watching winning baseball 63 percent of the time and a pitching clinic held in about half of the games total.
That's why Saturday's celebration should be savored even if it felt like a formality. God were the Phillies good this year. So, so good. These last dozen games should be shaved from the scorecard. And if you've been around the game long enough you know that anything can happen in the postseason, although pitching and experience can't hurt; the Phils are loaded with both. Less talented teams have backed into the postseason and won. Better teams entered the postseason primed to rip through October like a buzzsaw, and lost.
Acceptable areas of big concern: left-handed relief. And that's it. They're just as banged up as ever. The offense will sputter as usual. They've let off the gas because their regular season work is done. They can improve their stock no more, as a team and individually. Ryan Howard, Hunter Pence and a steady stream of others have been sitting out, and it doesn't help that the "On-Deck All-Stars," Pete Orr, Michael Martinez, Brian Schneider, John Bowker, Michael Schwimer, Ben Francisco and Ross Gload, kinda stink. And if you let off the gas with lineups like these, you lose. Actually, you'd lose at Triple-A.
Come Oct. 1, when it's ace vs. ace with loaded lineups, it'll all be forgotten.