I'm not sure which was more astonishing: our competence against Cliff Lee, or Bronson Arroyo's dominance of the Phillies hitters. The former started in the first inning, as we scored twice, on a sacrifice fly by Paul Goldschmidt and a Cody Ross single. We made it 3-0 the next time up, on an A.J. Pollock triple, and Ross then brought two more across home plate, with a single in the third. Meanwhile, Arroyo pitched very effectively, keeping the visitors off-balance, and blanked them for the first six innings. He left with one out in the seventh, after losing the shutout and Joe Thatcher allowed an inherited runner to score. Still: 6.1 innings, two runs? I'll take it.
Unfortunately, the lead was gone by the end of the eighth inning - Kirk Gibson seemed reluctant to go to the A-pen, due to recent overuse, and it cost him. Things started with an error by Martin Prado, but things snowballed badly out of control there, as the Phillies put together a five-run inning against Trevor Cahill and Thatcher. We got the leadoff man on in the ninth, but Prado was called out at second base, after review, trying to advance on a passed ball, but overshooting the bag. Goldschmidt and Miguel Montero went down meekly, and it was Arizona's turn to suffer a late-inning loss.
Turambar will be along later with the beercap. I wonder what beer, flavored with tears and bitter defeat, tastes like?