As Phillies fans we should be used to getting our hearts broken. Hell, if I had to write a love song, its title would be Breakin' My Heart 162 Times a Year. Right now many of us see the NL Wild Card right before our eyes for the taking, but it almost seems like the Phils don't want to seize the opportunity...rather tease. There are dangerous times ahead my friends during the next few weeks. Phils will stay within pissing distance of the Wild Card to piss it all away in the end. I don't mean to set a melancholy mood, because not all is lost. There still is a glimmer of hope, but it's quickly fading with every passing game/opportunity.
Ok, now that everyone is thoroughly depressed, I want to lift some spirits. I found this picture of a Phillies Mr. Potatohead. The coolest thing about it is its diversity. I had no idea the amount of culturally/ethnic diversity in the Spud Kingdom. Ruben Amaro Jr. would do well to take some sensitivity training from toy makers at Matel.