So...
We lost. At this point, I’m sad to say, it wasn’t terribly surprising. It would have been an amazing but impossible comeback.
Anyway, after the loss, I decide that instead of getting drunk, I’ll get Wendy’s. I love Wendy’s. I really do. I got a Big Bacon Classic and some Chicken Nuggets and a Frostee. They were pretty good (this part really isn’t important, I just want to send some love Wendy’s’ way). After eating, I walk around for a little bit, reflecting on the season and what a good run we had and I head for home. I walk in the house to find my two roommates and some girl I’ve never seen before. Both my roommates express their condolences as I shuffle into the room morosely. I say to the girl, “You’ll have to excuse me, my team just lost the World Series.”
To which she replied, “Oh Jesus Christ! I thought your girlfriend just shit on you grandmother! You know sports were invented by Burger King, right?”
Wow, right?
So I took a deep breath, blinked a good dozen times, and informed this mystery woman that although sports may not be for everyone, they hold a very important place in a lot of people’s hearts and its not Burger King that put it there. A team like the Phillies becomes the pulse of the city. Men playing a child’s game become heroes in the night as we cheer them on. And we cheer them on because we truly love them.
It was a good season. A special season with a special team loaded with special guys. Not many championship teams get back to the World Series to begin with. And there’s no shame in losing to the Yanks (although it would have been twice as good as beating the lame ol’ Rays).
Well, this post is a tad sporadic and now it’s getting a bit lengthy so I’ll wrap it up by saying this: I love this team with all my heart and to those of you who think that’s weird, well, you just don’t get it.
GO PHILLIES!
