Do you remember, back in December, when the Phillies signed Cliff Lee and a return to the World Series by the 2011's South Philadelphia boys of summer seemed like a fait accompli? Since then, a spring meant to be full of promise turned about to be beset by anatomical and metaphysical worry: about Chase Utley's knee, Placido Polanco's elbow, Domonic Brown's hand, Brad Lidge's shoulder and the disturbing concept that the karmic boomerang is fated to plonk the Fightins in the head like the line drive that found Roy Oswalt's noggin last week in Port Charlotte, Florida.
Say it ain't so. Surely there's still cause for unguarded optimism about the season that begins for real at Citizens Bank Park on Friday. That's the contention of "Four," the swinging ode to aces Halladay, Lee, Oswalt and Hamels by James Harris' Philadelphia song parody band Saint Mad that cleverly celebrates the hurling quartet and rhymes "lesser lights go down to Scranton" with "We just barely kept Joe Blanton." More info on Saint Mad, who play every First Friday, including this one, at Crossroads Coffeehouse in Roxborough, here. "Four" is below.
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