I wrote this last night on my facebook wall after the game ended. Rather than drinking or breaking something, I was searching for something to soothe my crushed soul.
I've been a Phillies Phan since I was 9 years old (1975). I picked them because my grandmother watched the games and the guy on my favorite baseball card played for them. The Phils were something only she and I shared. She comforted me when they lost in the playoffs in '76. And again in '77 and '78.
She died of breast cancer before they finally won the World Series in 1980, so she wasn't there to celebrate with me.. but I knew she was there when Pete Rose snagged that ball as it popped out of Bob Boone's glove.
I've cheered for Dick Allen, Dave Cash, Mike Schmidt, Tug McGraw, Gary Matthews, Von Hayes, Juan Samuel, Lance Parrish, Ricky Jordan, Curt Schilling, Dave Hollins, John Kruk, Doug Glanville, Jim Thome, Jimmy Rollins, Chase Utley, and yes... even Ryan Howard.
They were my team when they lost 96 games in 1988. They were my team when Joe Carter walked off the 1993 World Series in Toronto. They were my team when they lost 97 games in 1997. They are my team tonight after falling to the Cardinals.
It was a great summer. We came up a bit short. Spring Training starts in March.
There is still a lot of baseball to enjoy this fall and I've got a couple of fun ideas brewing for the off-season.
1 comments:
I'm with ya brother. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. I feel like Hercules. :(
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