A Miracle on Broad Street

Last December, as the Eagles were struggling against the Cowboys, news came across the ticker on the game in some local bar that the Phillies had signed Roy Halladay. They now had Both lee and Halladay--a literal dream team when combined with Hamels. Fans were high-fiving everywhere and then they heard the news and the only sound that could be heard, was not a mouse it twas the slow drop of glasses as if suspended in time before shattering the silence by breaking on the the ground. The Phils had traded every fans favorite pitcher: Cliff Lee. Even Lee himself was stunned. Ecstasy turned to agony and the what ifs began. Fast forward to July when the Phils picked up Roy Oswalt; the most coveted pitcher on the market at the time. It quieted all the what ifs. We again had a dream team of pitchers. But yesterday something miraculous happened. Cliff Lee, a man of men, a hero to the people, took a lower salary to return to Philadelphia and pitch for the Phillies. This is no longer a dream team of pitchers. It has become robotic: R2C2, the most dreaded rotation in baseball. I'm not saying the Phils will win 162 games, I'm just saying 161?