A late post, minutes before Game 4.
The Phils aren't hitting. It's a season long story being revisited at the worst possible time. Cole Hamels deserved better but winning isn't about just desserts.
Now, ironically, the season seems to hinge on the forgotten man, Joe Blanton. The script writers must have worked overtime to come up with this one.
Anyway, in desperation I am trying a Reverse Curse for Game 4 having dragged out my Beerleaguer mug for breakfast this AM, the first time it has seen the light of day since I convinced myself using it was holding up their stretch drive in August.