Thursday, October 30, 2008
It's done...the curses, the hexes, and all the anger and pain (ok, the pain's gone, anger not so much) the Phillies won the World Series. It was beautiful....as "We Are The Champions" hit the sound system, tears rolled down my face. The sheer joy of watching the last strike in person sent me into a frenzied combination of jumping, screaming,,maybe crying (MANtears only), Hi Fiving and texting. This is equivalent to farting, burping, sneezing, and coughing all at the same time. It sounds impossible, yet somehow millions of people pulled it off last nite. The guy in front of me hugged me...the guy next to me hi-fived...I screamed...The girl next to me kissed the old man in front of me. I jumped onto my seat and started pumping my fist in victory for the Phillies...but more importantly for us. For the fans...the city. It's for the players like Pat Burrell and J-Roll, the longest tenured Phillies, and guys like Charlie who's the constant underdog. It was a big Eff You to Fox, Joe Buck, Tim McCarver, and Ken Rosenthal. To all the "anal-ysts" who had us going down in 5 to LA...what have you got to say now?
To steal from Lenny Dykstra...Didn't We????!!! Didn't we just roll over every team to face us in the playoffs? Didn't we just not lose a playoff game at home? Didn't we have a closer that went 48 for 48 in saves this year. DIDN'T WE!!! As fans, we've been receiving thanks and praise from the players and management (not so much form national media), but it's time we thank this group. Without these guys coming out and never saying die, this season would never exist. This feeling we feel now, gone. So thanks Phils. Thanks for a memory that will last my whole life. Thanks for giving us a story we can pass on to our kids and our grandkids.
Jenkins hitting his double
Posted by Rob B. Fresh at 10:43 AM