Yesterday he had a 3-for-3 day with two dingers and a single, four RBI, played solid defense in the field and gave the Mets the business (and avoided a series sweep, thanks) on national TV.
Today Enrico has a cute story about Chutley visiting with a local high school baseball team who sold 5,000 bags of Utz potato chips. Apparently he’s the spokesperson for Utz snacks. Chutley really likes his indigenous-to-Philadelphia foodstuffs, doesn’t he? First it was Tastykakes, then it was Utz snackies…what’s next, working the drive-through at my local Swiss Farms store? (Actually, that would be awesome. How can we make this happen?)
Remarkably glam Juergen Teller/Terry Richardson-esque photo courtesy the fine Flickr user Utz Quality Foods.
Yesterday, my face hurt, I got yelled at, I had boy trouble, and the Phils’ bats were ice cold behind a quality start from Killer Kyle.
Today, my face feels better, my boss and I are still at each other’s throats but no blood has been shed yet, and there were homers galore at this afternoon’s Business Person’s Special.
(I still have boy trouble. Baby steps, people, baby steps.)
Forgive me for being a bit emo, but I am having a totally rotten day.
This morning, I paid for the privilege of getting a filling without enough novocaine and having my teeth scraped and my gums prodded until they bled. My jaw feels like I went five rounds with Mike Tyson. Once I got to work, I got yelled at by my boss. I like a boy who likes me too but won’t date me because he has an enough monogrammed Goyard baggage for a transatlantic voyage on the Queen Elizabeth II. It hurts to realize he’s just not that into me. Paw Paw died. And the date I was supposed to go on cancelled on me.
It’d be nice if Kyle Kendrick could put in a quality start tonight and the League Leading Offense could put a few runs on the board for him. That would make my day better.
I’m going to go cry into a pint of vodka now.
I promise tomorrow wlll be better.
Note: Listen to k.d. lang sing Jane Siberry’s song “The Valley.” If her performance doesn’t make you cry like a baby, you are cold and black and dead inside.
So last night at around midnight or so, this happened (photo from my bff Meech).
Jose Reyes pulls a Matt Holliday and is miraculously called safe to end the Phils-Mets game in the 12th inning, 4-3. Replays of the play at the plate are inconclusive — Reyes could be out, Reyes could be safe. No one knows except Reyes, Chris Coste, and the ump. We’ll never know (although apparently in his post game interview, even Reyes was stunned that he was called safe).
On the bright side, Eric Bruntlett played better shortstop, Adam Eaton pitched remarkably well and Cole laid down a gorgeous bunt in the 11th that neither Brian Schneider nor David Wright could field. Is there anything Cole can’t do? He probably makes nice, fluffy omlettes and is good at applying sunscreen evenly all over your back too. [Sigh].
I can’t wait for April 18: the Hamels-Santana showdown, and which just so happens to be one of the games in my ticket package.
Another opening day, another heartbreaker. Rent-a-closer Flash Gordon gave up five runs in a third of an inning in the ninth to break open a tie game and end his day with an ERA of 135.00 (not a typo). Nice.
But it was not all for naught: J-Roll began his reign as NL MVP by going 2-for-4 with a dinger and two RBI. Chutley began his campaign for the MVP with a 2-for-3 day, a dinger and two RBI of his own as well. Brett Myers had a pretty good outing before blowing up in the fifth inning. Myers also made made sure that Paul Lo Duca and Lastings Milledge got their first plunks of the year. Paulie Toast Phone and Rapmaster Milledge, as you surely remember, were Mets last season. Schadenfreudelicious!
Tomorrow night Cole takes on Tim Redding at opening night. Go easy on the dollar dogs, people! Dollar dogs are for eating, not throwing, you ingrates.
I have lots to say about my trip to spring training, but my photos aren’t up yet so I’ll get to that later.
Queerty is reporting that among other appearances in the States to promote X, Kylie Minogue is doing an interview with Matt Lauer on the Today Show on March 31. And we all know what’s happening at 3 p.m. that day.
Leslie Gudel (who has, like, the best job EVER) checks in with our hero at Spring Training and we learn that Chutley is a hunky, hunky man, a leader in the clubhouse, another person who misses Bacon pants, and a wicked boring interviewee.
We also learn that one of the Phillies’ PR guys suggested that he pose nude in Playgirl and Chutley said no. The ladies of the Delaware Valley are sad, sad pandas.
I have lots to say about my trip to spring training, but my photos aren’t up yet so I’ll get to that later.
