I wanted the Rays to lose for a myriad of reasons. Because they all got mowhawk haircuts, they've got cheap shot artists who wouldn't know a fair fight if it bit them on the rear end, and those idiotic cowbells they give away.
Because of The Heckler, Dick Vitale, and those two morons that announce all their games on FSN Florida. And let's not forget that stupid dome they play in with the roof in play, Joe Maddon and his doofus eye wear, and the fact that Jonny Gomes actually has a job.
Plus, I wanted them to lose simply because they beat my Red Sox and I have the mental maturity of a 3 year old; they beat my team? I hope they get their head handed to them on a silver platter. I've gotta admit that I took some sort of perverse happiness in watching the Phillies dog pile each other on the pitchers mound while the Rays looked like they were getting a root canal.
But the big reason I hoped the Phillies could pull it off? That soft spoken gentleman with the southern twang who manages the Phillies. The same guy who lost his mother during the playoffs, yet kept on going until the final out was recorded. A baseball lifer whose biggest claim to fame up until now was being Manny Ramirez's favorite coach.
That same guy is now the manager of the World Champions and they can NEVER take that away from him.
It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Is it February yet?
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