In Which The Universe Continues To Screw With Philadelphia

Yes, I know.  This is an Eagles blog.  Roger that.  There's a reason I don't try to cover the Phillies or Penn State or the weather (ha!) or anything else in this space. 

All Eagles all the time.

Except right now.  Because -- and you'll have to forgive me for this -- this is the closest those of us in the 30(ish) age group have ever come to a championship we could actually remember. 

Which means this morning, yes, I read the Eagles coverage, but only after I checked out everything I could find on the Phillies.  And this evening, rather than spending time writing up tomorrow's no doubt scintillating statistical examination of the Eagles' recent trend for not beating teams quite as badly as maybe they ought to, I made dinner, plopped down in front of the television, and prepared to either scream my head off in celebration or start to get very, very worried about the rest of this week.

What I did NOT expect, however, was the great cosmic screwoff we just got tonight.  I mean, seriously, can we please for the love of Andy just put this thing away? 

Here's the central problem with being a Philadelphia fan.  It's not that our teams never win.  Oh no, it's that because they never win, we can't even enjoy it when they do. 

The Phillies are up 3-1.  They have four chances to score versus only three for the Rays.  Our bullpen has been lights out all series.  Even if we don't put this away tomorrow (or Wednesday?) we still have two more chances. 

And I feel sick.