You ever go to a Pearl Jam concert?
If so, then you know that they basically kill it for 14 hours, and as Eddie Vedder drinks 3 bottles of wine your sense of appreciation for just how awesome the show has been grows and grows and grows and then BOOM, "zOMG it's Yellow Ledbetter!"
For eight minutes or so twenty thousand people sing a song with every last ounce of their spirit, only there are 20,000 different sets of lyrics going on, more than half of which aren't even comprised of words. But make no mistake, it's one voice, in celebration. So is the appreciation of what Roy Halladay does.
So it was last night. GROwL surge, cutters, swooning, winning, the whole bit.
AND I SEE HIM
RH THROWS THE CUTTER AND
NYJER HE DON'T
EVER WANNA SEE THAT PITCH AGAIN
WERTZ AND ALL HELL
HE'S THE BEST AND
HE JUST, HE JUST THREW, THAT PITCH AGAIN
CAN YOU SEE HIM
OUT ON THE MOUND
NYJER GON WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVE
I SEEEEEEE HIM
RIDING ON A WAAAAAAAAVE YEEEEAH
AND I KNOW AND I KNOW
THE DONKEY'S REALLY GREAT
*Note: this post was written at approximately Noon on Friday, August 20, some seven hours before Roy actually took the mound against the Natinals and set to post after the likely conclusion of tonight's/last night's Phillies v. Natinals contest. However, it's accuracy is pretty much guaranteed with like a 90.34% confidence interval because, hey, Roy breaks faces on the fcking reg FER RELL SON.
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