It's never a good idea to invite the enemy in

So I'm here at home, tweaking the blog (see the new title graphic?) and listening to the game on the TV. So what do we do? We invite the legendary voice of the Phillies into OUR booth for some ass-kissing, er...goodwill. What do the Phillies do to repay our goodwill? Grandslam. Fuck.

Now we're losing, Kerry's starting to falter (after 2 straight complete games), and Paris is not happy. Maybe I explained baseball too well to the lil one and s/he's already exhibiting my tendencies to swear and yell at the TV. Makes me think...would I rather give birth to the person who brings about world peace or the player who magically brings the Cubbies a World Series? Hmmm...tough one. Damn...pitching change.