Philly Fans. WTF?
It has been eight months since I have written anything, and I must admit the whole Lisa Kogan ripping off my blog REALLY affected me. However, given how I have overcome actual adversity in my life, I admit it’s high time I stopped feeling sorry for myself and got back on the horse, as it were.
There have been a ton of things that have gone on since last August that should have spurned me to share my thoughts - the Phillies winning the World Series, the Obama presidential election win, my son learning the lyrics to all sorts of great songs...but no, none of these historic events were able to snap me out of my disaffected funk. What got the blood boiling enough to make me break my silence? Attending last night's Phillies game which served as a tribute to the late, great Harry Kalas. And beer. Tonight I have had some beer...
I am a longstanding, card-carrying member of the hard-core
Last night, I was lucky enough to secure tickets for the first Phillies home game since the passing of legendary broadcaster Harry Kalas. I can not tell you how many summer evenings I spent in front of our television in Overbrook (West Philadelphia) listening to Harry Kalas and Richie Ashburn call Philadelphia Phillies games. After my neighborhood friends and I were retired to our homes from our uber-competitive asphalt-lot baseball games, it was Harry and Richie that invariably put me to bed. Harry Kalas was the predominant voice of my childhood and young adulthood. I felt honored to be able to sit in section 103 of
I have become a bit of a curmudgeon as I have entered my mid-thirties. My zeal for verbally assaulting fans of the visiting side has ebbed. My seeing red when someone wears the visiting team's colors has melted away in recent years. I will likely never again pummel a fan for wearing the jersey of the visiting team. I have mellowed, and I credit this newfound level of maturity to being a husband and father. Yes, this is the same guy who was admitted to the Dirty Thirty may years ago after an expertly executed anti-J.D. Drew rant on the 610 WIP Angelo Cataldi morning show sometime during 1998.
What makes my blood boil worse than an out-of-towner showing love to his home team? Hometown Philly fans forgetting how to create a home field advantage. Last night, the
Another thing that has me spazzing is the
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