Most of this photo is from Philly.com
And these clocks keep unwinding
And completely ignore
Everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more
So tell me, then, what was it for?
Oh, tell me, what was it for?
I'll tell you, Conor. It's for that moment when folks woke up this morning, checked their phones/turned on the television/grabbed the paper and saw the score of the game- that the Phillies came back and won last night. That incredibly brief, yet undeniably pure instant of bewildered joy that rushes frenetically before even a full acknowledgment of what's making you happy* sets in. I mean, yeah, we're gonna die and it's likely eternal nothing once that happens so you're not totally wrong and all, but that was pretty damn hip.
* Happy [She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment].
"But ZWR, how did Roy do?!?!?!?!!!" That's kind of tricky, girl. The numbers checked out- 7 IP, 6 H, 0 BB, 8K (3 Cuttered, 5 So Cuttered). Balls were finding green, though, and when he left there were four on the board that keeps score. Thankfully, the man who so often bails out the offense had the favor returned; and that's kind of what being a team is all about, no?