Much like the rain, the Phillies were quick and efficient.  They were also relentless, unstoppable, and snuffed out any flames of hope that may have still burned in the hearts of the Pittsburgh faithful.  Both of them.

Kyle Kendrick, though many will cite the Pirates tendency to be destroyed as an asterisk on the night, went deep (eight innings) into the game and got to watch from the dugout as his teammates circled the bases like an escaped troupe of circus animals, running up the score until it was 8-2 in the bottom of the eighth.  A long night for the Bucs.  A long night for Charlie Morton.  A long night for the grounds crew.

Roommate, who at this point hadn’t soured at the Yankees game just yet, offered his two bits.

“Looking at a real beat down.”

I scoffed arrogantly.  ”Ha, I’m just waiting for Howard to sock a grand slam here.”

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