Uh, baseball gods?

This is not what I asked for.

A Prayer to the Baseball Gods

Are you there, baseball gods, it's me, Scott. I've never prayed to you before, but if you exist then you're definitely familiar with prayers that originate from Philadelphia, so let's just move on.

Please let the Phillies win tonight.

That's my request. Like most prayers, mine is a selfish one, but I'm not asking only for myself. This city really deserves it. One of the best thing about being a Phillies (or Eagles) fan is seeing how passionate, how devoted, and how protective the hardcore supporters are. I know this town has a reputation among sportswriters for being a wretched hive of scum & villainy ... but those guys aren't from Philadelphia. OK, so maybe we're a little aggressive sometimes, but no more than the passionate lunatics of New York, Pittsburgh, or Chicago.

Just give them the win tonight. One win is all I'm asking for after about 30 years of Phillies games. I didn't even pray to you back in 1993 when that wild team went up to Toronto and blew it big-time. This team is 125 years old. They've won the World Series once. And that was in 1980.

You might think this prayer is a bit premature, considering that the Phillies are up 3 games to 1 in a 7-game series, but I'll repeat the prayer one more time: Tonight. We want it tonight. In Philadelphia.

Cole Hamels is about to pitch the biggest game in the history of the franchise. May he sleep well tonight and have your blessings tomorrow.

Thanks in advance,

Scott