I’ve been a Phillies fan since I was seven, which is an embrassingly long time ago. I was never much of an athlete. In fact, the highlight of my athletic career was when I was ten years old and knocked in the winning RBI in our little league championship game for (you can guess this, right?) the little league Phillies. I wasn’t the most talented kid, but I always loved the cerebral aspects of baseball. I wasn’t exactly a home run hitter, but I knew when the double steal was on and how to counter it. I was a ten year old manager.
The Phillies last won the year I graduated from high school. I remember many details from the games of that Series like it was last week. We had another good shot in 1993. I remember that one best for the first game. It took place during my little sister’s wedding reception. My brother and I snuck out from time to time to catch the game on the TV in the hotel bar. I tried to come back often enough that no one missed me. Maybe it worked.
So, as you can imagine, I’m overjoyed right now. The Phillies are once again world champions, I’m once again a Platinum Star and my house is getting tantalizingly close to done. All is right with the world.