Instead of champagne all around to celebrate Ryan Howard’s achievement, they probably served beer, warm and flat.
Instead of tying for the Wild Card lead with the Padres, they trail by a full game.
Instead of winning their 61st straight game when leading after eight innings, they suffered their first defeat of the season.
Instead of concluding their road trip on a high note, they headed up I-95 on a supreme downer.
And now they head home to face the Braves, but the forecast for the next few days is so dismal with hurricane Ernesto bearing down, the Phillies are likely to be sitting around their clubhouse for quite a stretch brooding over the one that got away.
Last night’s loss ranks right up there with the Billy Wagner home run ball to old pal Craig Biggio. It hurt. It stung. And it sure didn’t have to happen.
Unfortunately, whenever Charlie hands the ball to Arthur Rhodes, however, bad things are just as likely to happen as good ones. (All I could think of as Rhodes loaded the bases was George S. sitting half a world away stewing.)
Yes, yes, the clichés came out right away. Gotta’ put this one behind you. It’s only one game. We’re still in this race. Well, let me remind the Phillies they only finished one game out of the playoffs last year, so, sure, it’s only one game but upon reflection will it turn out to have been the only one game?