On a rainy, late night in Philly, the Phightins' pull one out. Nope, didn't make the end of the game. Mrs. found me asleep in the chair at 11:30 so off to bed. Knew they would win.
Big game tonight. A win and then Cole on Monday and the series is over. The curse of Willy Penn will be broken. All will be right with the world. Somewhere David Wright is crying in his beer.
Later,
JH
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