Best record in the NL East: check.
Best record in the National League: check.
Best record in all of Major League Baseball: check check.
So, you can see that it made sense for me to be at least a little confident going into the first game of the NLDS against the Reds. Especially with Halladay on the mound. I mean, I know that anything can happen in the playoffs, but still. I was optimistic.
But even I couldn’t have predicted a game like that.
A near perfect game (a one walk no-hitter, if you haven’t heard) to start off the post-season is more than this girl could have asked for. And Halladay deserves it, for sure.
I wish I could say that I was watching the game at a bar, on the edge of my seat, high-fiving other Phillies fans throughout the nine innings.
But you know where I was? In class. Listening to a guest speaker speed through a lecture on international political economy. And then spending another hour talking about isms. Yes, it’s as exciting as it sounds.
Of course, I was watching the game unfold, thanks to my trusty smart phone. And I noticed the no-hitter around the fourth inning, but because of the very nature of it, I couldn’t say that out loud to anyone! So as far as my classmates knew, I was just a crazy chick compulsively pressing the refresh button and staring at her BlackBerry. Admittedly, not far off.
I was going to say that I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high, but it’s too late. They’re already up there. At the risk of jinxing it, I can’t help but feel that this first playoff game is a good omen for what Phillies fans are now calling Doc-tober.
And has he ever earned it.
No pressure, Oswalt – but are you ready for tomorrow?