What does 76 mean to Philadelphia this weekend?
The number of points scored by the Swedish National Football Team, errr, the Eagles against the Lions? No.
The number of fingers on El Pulpo's left hand? No.
The name of both the basketball team and the greatest stretch of paved road east of the Mississippi? Well, yes, but no.
The number of pitches the staff ace throws before coming out of a one run game after the fifth inning at the end of the playoff race in a game that could have put the Phils in the pole position for the Wild Card? You got it!
I don't want to hear about being cautious and about all the years Cole and his chiropractor will be contributing to the Phillies cause. I don't want to hear about magical, mysterious pitch count numbers that mean abso-freakin-lutely nothing. [Contrary to popular belief, a coaching staff CANNOT predict the number of pitches it takes to cause an arm injury.] I don't want to hear about any of it. I want to make the playoffs. I don't want the staff ace to hand the ball over to El Pulpo or Geoff Geary or Kane "Unable" Davis after only 76 pitches. I want him to "clutch up", take the ball, and win a ballgame.
The Phils dropped to 2.5 games behind the Mets. Thankfully though, Greg Maddux went Gavin Floyd in San Diego yesterday and the Phils remain 1/2 game out of the Wild Card.
Also, we should all send thank you cards to Milton Bradley, for putting Mike Camerson "day-to-day" after stepping on his hand and then injuring himself arguing with the umpire.