Every morning I take the oh-dark-thirty-eight a.m. commuter train into the city, where I hop on the Metro for a few stops to get to my office. It basically sucks, but is a bit easier since the WAH wakes up at around six when she decides to sleep.
Seemingly every morning, and each this week, as I approach the Metro station--at the same spot--I pass a girl who's leaving it. This isn't just any girl, though--it's giant red slippers girl. I call her that because she wears giant red slippers. All the time. With her dress clothes, to work. It's all uncanny and a patchwork clockwork, which is amazing when you consider how inconsistent the Metro can be and that I'm also taking a train quite a considerable distance into DC.
Yesterday, in the world of bad analogies and baseball, giant red slippers girl wasn't at 6th and D when the Phillies got there. Roy Halladay didn't pitch like Roy Halladay normally pitches. Instead, to the dreary celebrity bolg commuter's surprise, she was wearing her running shoes.
Roy setting up a four run inning with a perfect bunt (AP)
Yup. Our hero went 1-3 with the above sacrifice and scored with a deft slide (always picking corners) on a wild pitch after singling in the fourth. "But ZWR I'm totally lost just gimme the liiiiiinnnnneeeee!!!"
Fine: 7 IP, 8 H, 7 K (5 C / 2 SC), 1 BB, win number 14.
Quickly: One of my favorite parts about the Phillies playing in Colorado (aside from that tard behind the plate in the playoffs two years ago) is that I get updates from ZWR enthusiast Jessica. Never one to disappoint, she sent along this picture of Troy Tulowitzki asking Roy for his autograph, to which the latter responded, "girl you trippin".