NLCS Game 2 Sunday Night: Roy Oswalt (anyone else find it bizarre that Chase Utley is in Roy Oswalt's Wikipedia picture?) gives up another homerun 5th inning...to Ross...to left field...on what may have been the exact same pitch on which Halladay gave up a tater. However, in the 7th inning this Roy led off an inning with a hit, ran through a stop-sign thrown up by Sam Perlozzo for an insurance run and the Phils cruised the rest of the way to a 6-1 victory.
Happy Beard Face!
Unfortunately, both images are merely dramatizations of what the Beardface could have looked like at Pics of Me in Front of Stuff Manor. Thanks to Fox and Cablevision's little spat the NFL and NLCS are not appearing in large portions of the tri-state area which forced me off of my comfy couch and onto a barstool. I sent the Official Favorite Uncle of Pics of Me in Front of Stuff the following text message: I had to go to a bar to watch the game. Guess I'll have to drink some beer. Luckily, the Bartner was available for some sports watching and beer drinking during Game 1. We were at Big Shots on Saturday night. The well-endowed, lasciviously dressed waitresses and bartenders were a bonus, but of three times I've gone to watch the Phillies in the playoffs there they've lost twice. You're on your last chance Big Shots!. I flew solo to the only Damon's in New Jersey on Sunday night. While lacking the T and A, the Phils are undefeated in two visits to the bar for playoff games. You're ahead by a nose, Damon's. So even though Fox and Cablevision tried to deprive me, the playoff beard, and Pics of Me in Front of Stuff of the NLCS Playoff Beard Watch 2010 Continues!
With that beard and that shirt, how can the ladies keep their hands off of me?! I'll admit I trimmed up my neck following Cole stomped on the faces of the Reds' playoff chances.
The beard as a whole remains intact and hopefully all of its magical powers. It was actually a crucial part of my attire for the Warrior Dash this past weekend. Don't worry, you'll hear about that one soon enough and maybe even see pictures I did not steal from a sports blog.
'It's the only way to live' - Charlie Manuel on being in first place
The Phillies clinched the NL East last Monday night in Washington. Roy Halladay threw a shutout then got champagne dumped all over him by his teammates. Then things got really crazy...at least from a grammatical standpoint.
Thanks to ZWR (and wherever they got it) for the video.
Winning the NL East has become a regular fall event for the Phillies and their fans. As one of those fans, it's time to start Beard Watch 2010, another regular autumnal event. I last shaved the day before the Phillies clinched for reasons that may be discussed later. Regardless of why I shaved, the important point is that I have not shaved since. The Phillies have spent the past week preparing for the postseason and so have I. Now the season is over and the big excitement begins on Wednesday.
That one helped to end the cold war!!!! Aside from Abraham Lincoln and Santa Claus, there are few beards that match up to Sylvester Stallone's beard in Rocky IV. Lincoln's beard helped to win the Civil War and freed the slaves.
Santa's beard helps bring joy and presents to children all over the world. To top all of that Rocky's beard helped end the Cold War and prevented mutually assured destruction between the United States and the Soviet Union.
If I can change and you can change, everybody can change and maybe I can stop posting pictures and videos that were not captured by me or CP and get to the point. The point is, like many great men before me, I grew a beard this October to help inspire the Fightin's onto consecutive World Championships for the first time in their 126 year history. Blocking their way was the Evil Empire, the New York Yankees, a team composed of and cheered by many who had given up their souls in favor of baseball glory. I am not saying all Yankees fans sold their souls, I am just saying there is a good chance the Devil does not just wear Prada, but he or she also wears pinstripes. Tell me Yankees fans, does it hurt not having a soul? My only basis for knowledge on this subject is the Simpsons.
It takes a daring and possibly slightly unstable man to grow a beard for the baseball playoffs. It takes a down right nut-job to grow a beard and wear the opposing team's hat into New York City when playing the Yankees. All I can say is, look at that beardo.
It clearly takes an understanding woman like CP to put up with this shit. Beards are not attractive, comfortable, or, in my case, sanitary. Do you know how much food gets caught in there every meal?! Not only does CP allow me to drag her retarded places and take my picture, but she also puts up with a beard followed by a month worth of mustache aka Movember.
The funny thing is, baseball players don't even grow beards. Well, aside from the House of David baseball team, most don't. Beards are for the hockey playoffs. But consider this. Hockey playoffs are played in the summer when the weather is warm and the players skate on melting ice in heavy sweaters and pads. They sweat a lot in all that gear. Having briefly lived with a hockey player in college I know just how awful those pads stink. Baseball playoffs are played in the fall when the leaves are changing and the weather is starting to turn cold. One of the games in the NLDS in Colorado was postponed due to wintry conditions. So tell me why it makes more sense for hockey playoffs than the baseball playoffs? In case you missed earlier this month, I eventually used the beard as part of my Halloween costume. That was all CP's idea. Isn't she smart? I witnessed Game 3 of the World Series in the Village with a Phillies hat and a playoff beard. Unfortunately, that night and the entire series did not work out in the Phillies' favor. Yes, I know tthhhhhhhhheeeee Yankees won. Yes, that is the most spectacularly bad call in the history of broadcasting. I do not just mean after this World Series, I mean when the lame announcer says it after every Yankees win. Yes, that is likely sour grapes coming. Sadly, I had to take a long look in the mirror following Pedro's lackluster start in Game 6.
I had to say goodbye to the beard.
And say hello to the moustache.
Thanks to one of my many Steeler fan facebook friends for letting me steal his picture. Also, don't fret, I'll get back to writing about weird places I have been soon.
Hello! You probably know me, but imaybe not. I don't take sports as seriously as I ued to. I have goals and if I remember to write about them you'll see when I accomplish them.
