Being a Phillies fan is dangerous

I imagine watching the Phillies cling desperately to a two-run lead while trailing the World Series three games to one is just about as bad for your heart as eating a pound of bacon every day for a year. When Madsen finally got that third out, I reflexively lunged out of my chair and did two somersaults, spun around on my butt like a breakdancer and landed flat on my face, where I exhaled for about 30 seconds. My heart has been steadily pounding for about an hour now, and even though our team has successfully kept hope alive for another two days, it will probably continue to pound harder than usual.

For the next 48 hours the regular "thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump," of my heart will be replaced with, "Base-ball, Phil-lies, Ut-ley." My thoughts will naturally drift to who the game seven starter will be, if it gets that far, because Cole Hamels has his head in the clouds and Cliff Lee won't be ready to go for a start since he threw like 112 pitches tonight, and putting JA Happ in there is a risk because he's Rookie of the Year, but he's still a rookie... ahhhh, I'm thinking about it right now.

The only thing that calms me down right now is watching and re-watching the above clip. Chase Utley driving a three-run homer in the first to pounce on the stupid Yankees. Chase Utley hitting his first of two home runs of the night, on a night where he tied Reggie "Mr. October" Jackson for most homers in a World Series. (That record would be five, by the way.) Yes ladies and gentlemen, Chase Utley is the only thing that can keep us calm until then... Go Phillies.