Just because sensed Trot would be leaving, it did not make it hurt any less. After what seemed like an endless spell of rain, I needed to be outside. So I accepted an invitation to the Phillies game. I assumed watching my Phils would the perfect prescription for my mid-August blues.
Yet another miscalculation. Watching the game was like a guy taking Midol for a headache. It will cure the pain but it's just weird.
That pretty much summed up the evening. The weather was crappy and so were the Phillies.
I suppose I shouldn't complain, I could be a Orioles fan.