We Win!

PHAN-tastic. Felt like I was at a rock concert last night. Ears ringing, voice hoarse, and palms aching from high-fiving everyone in the City of Brotherly Love. Once in a lifetime.....

Don't Rain on OUR Parade

The last time there was a World Series game in south Philadelphia, it was the October 23rd evening of my 16th birthday. Super Sweet Sixteen indeed. My lungs were deflated after Wild Thing gave up that blast to Joe Carter.

The one good thing about being out in California for this series is that Carlos Ruiz' squib into the 5-man infield happened around 11:00pm Pacific time. I did get to see Clark Griswold jump into the pool 13 times throughout the night though. But honestly, I would have preferred to be in nail-biting crouch somewhere in the Delaware Valley at 2:00am. This is one of those rare "perfect storm" scenarios in and around the Sports Complex area.

A lot has changed since that fateful Game Six back in 1993. But some things have not- I STILL consider early 90's hip-hop my musical wheelhouse, my faith in the Phils STILL remains strong, it STILL takes me 2 months to grow facial hair, and St. Joe's alum Jamie Moyer is STILL throwing dazzlers!!!

Why Can't Us?

"In Philadelphia, we take the subway to Phillies games. In Tampa Bay, they go to Subway for Philadelphia cheesesteaks."

Ain't no stoppin' us now...

I think we need a rewrite of this song for the World Series next week. Thanks to my dad for the chuckle of the week. He was talking to my aunt (and Tampa resident) and she asked, "How many teams are in the World Series this year?!?"

Next chapter please...

"These men play baseball in a town where, for 25 excruciating years, the only excuse to hold a parade has involved a bunch of banjo-strumming folks in feathers celebrating the new year (possibly because it had to beat the heck out of the old year where, once again, not one stinking team had won anything)."

It seemed that Nomar's pop-up to Ruiz would never come down. It felt like 25 years. I am glad it finally did. Ya Gotta Believe!

Beat L.A.

Oh for October. Glad to see the Phils win game 1. Cole Hamels really buckled down and won the game in the 5-6-7th innings. The announcers were disheartening Brett Myers for Friday night, but let's hope he shows up. I know I will. In my apartment donning my Phillies gear. Woodland, CA will be Broad & Pattison West for this series.

Speaking of South Philadelphia, I made cheesesteaks this week. Had to resort to a Steak-Um-type product for the meat. After such a manly meal, I survived about 30 minutes of "The Jane Austen Book Club", on DVD. Looking forward to getting out of Woodland this weekend. There is a cool King Salmon Festival in suburban Sac, along the American River. I have also heard of several good orchard haunts nearby; though none nearly as nostalgic as cider donuts from Milburn. One area is Apple Hill and it is a several mile stretch of independent ranches that have unique orchards, vineyards, and breweries.

Punkinland at Linvilla. I'm not old, I'm OLD school!
Take care. Brush your hair.

Cole Turkey

"Philadelphia's previous postseason win was a 2-0 victory over Toronto on Curt Schilling's five-hitter Oct. 21, 1993. The Blue Jays clinched the series on Joe Carter's homer off Mitch Williams in Game 6."