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    Friday, October 31, 2008

    And people call us crass...

    Needless to say, I fucking loved this shit. Kudos to the700level for the link, and to Chase for channeling the thought every Phan has had since Wednesday night and screaming it on the biggest stage possible. Now that he's done it twice, I can officially call him Chase "Fuck"ley:
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    Thursday, October 30, 2008

    Phinally phree: what the World Series meant to me

    My examiner piece about the Phils winning it all.

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    Wednesday, October 29, 2008

    Tonight I kept my promise



    Suck it, Joe Carter! I burned your head off! Click me for the rest!

    Years ago, two of my best friends gave me this as a birthday present.


    I called them assholes, put it in my wallet, and promised to burn it the night we finally got one. Click me for the rest!

    It ain't a cliche to me. I've waited my whole life for this blog post.

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    Monday, October 27, 2008

    Because I'm four innings late posting the link

    And I sincerely doubt anyone's been clicking them. 15 more outs, 2-1 Phils. It ends tonight.

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    You think I was in a silly mood last week?



    Six hours till first pitch. The best pitcher I've watched in a Phillies uniform on the mound. It ends tonight. Click me for the rest!

    One more win

    It's still surreal to me, which is why I'm so happy to have an indelible record of so much of this postseason run. I may well forego live-blogging tomorrow night in favor of being able to watch the game in Philly with Radnor, because it just has to be that way. But this could very well be the last night of something I've known for as long as I can remember. And as much as I tend to resist change, I'm not the slightest bit apprehensive about this one. Here's hoping the Phils aren't either. Cole takes the mound tonight looking to stake his claim to the greatest postseason a starting pitcher has ever had. Jimmy leads off tonight looking to make good on his promise to Larry Bowa to put the mark on CBP that Bowa and his Phillies left on the vet. 27 outs from a night we've all waited for for far too long. Click me for the rest!

    Sunday, October 26, 2008

    Because game 3 was a motherfrakking epic and you wanna know how it was in the stands.

    My live commentary thread for tonight's World Series game 4. Includes my reactions to game 3, which I attended.

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    Thursday, October 23, 2008

    Because I'm gonna be live-blogging again

    And I'd still love for anyone and everyone to come on by.

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    I feel obligated to post about the Phils

    But the truth is, there's nothing left for me to say about this team except for one thing: win or lose, the 2008 Phillies are the best team to play in Philadelphia in my life. If they can play .500 ball over six games, they'll be World Champions, but their performance on this stage, even if only for one game, trumps anything any of the other teams have done. If they don't finish the job, it will be because Tampa comes back and proves they're even better, because as of now, there is no doubting of the Phillies left to be done. They're not perfect, but they're good enough to win a World Series. That's a feeling I'm just not accustomed to feeling. Why can't us? Click me for the rest!

    Wednesday, October 22, 2008

    Because I'd really love if some peoeple kept me company online during tonight's game.

    And I'll be talking to myself for all posterity even if they don't.

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    Because I'm trying to be more web 2.0 so I'm posting my examiner stories via digg. Digg them!

    And I've written a more realistic preview/prediction than the one posted on Monday.

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    God I love the internet...

    Not that it's surprising, but the Flyin Hawaiian is as pumped as I am, and it does make me truly giddy to read it. Game day is here, baby. Come on back around noon tomorrow for a link to my World Series preview at examiner. Until then, one more silly song for my silly mood:
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    Tuesday, October 21, 2008

    Sunday, October 19, 2008

    It's either gonna be an exorcism or a collective nervous breakdown of an entire city...

    It's always fuckin Tampa. Click me for the rest!

    Friday, October 17, 2008

    It's only a fabrication, this place is all in my head

    My last post, when I first conceived of it, was going to be about how, on the same night as I tasted the pure, unbridled joy of baseball fandom at its best for the first time in 15 years, I also experienced the similar joy of seeing old friends for the first time in ages. In this case, in eight years, the vast majority of which were spent with regrettably little contact at all. But then I kinda got caught up in the Phils and forgot. It was strange seeing people from Dwight, though in entirely different ways than I'd imagined. Turns out, even when around my friends from high school, I've either grown out of my awkward phase or grown to love it or a little of both, but whatever the case, I was more in my element with them than I ever remember being. Given how detached I felt from a lot of what went on in my Dwight days, it really shocked me how much it felt like going home having a beer with that crowd on the upper west side. Suffice it to say, the Phils alone would've made that a night I'd remember for a long, long time, but the hours of drunken reminiscing which followed made it truly special. As always, life reminds me that the only thing I'll ever really know is that everything I think I know is subject to change, and that's the way I love it. I <3 entropy. Click me for the rest!

    I smile when I think about it...

    It's been over 24 hours now since it became reality, and I cannot deny, it's still hitting me. It probably doesn't hurt that I'm listening to WIP, but even just hangin out with Michelle, watching Heroes earlier, my thoughts would drift away for a few minutes, and eventually, I'd remember, and I wouldn't be able to help but have a giant grin on my face. The Phils are in the World fucking Series. It's unbelievable, and it was worth every bit of the wait. This week is going to be unbearably slow, but it's gonna be a great week, too. I'm gonna do my best to savor the slowness, to cherish the anticipation, because that's usually the best part. Every heartbreaking loss, every embarassing loss, every devastating injury, every star player who ran himself out of town, it's all been leading us back to this, and it makes this all the sweeter. If the Rays manage to bounce back from tonight's epic, epic fail and give us one final shot at dignity before the phanbase is forced to just bend over and call the city of Tampa daddy, the tidbit I'm about to mention will probably be one of the angles played up most in this series: the last time the Phils did this, the Tampa Bay Devil Rays were still two years from being awarded as an expansion franchise. In fact, until literally this year, the most notable thing the Rays had ever done was trade Bobby Abreu to the Phillies for Kevin Stocker on expansion draft day. Click me for the rest!

    Wednesday, October 15, 2008

    YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! Click me for the rest!

    Because I'm buggin out a bit too much to think of a joke to insert here

    And I figured once this series, I'd post a link on my blog to my live notblogging of the NLCS. Click me for the rest!

    Nothing is fucked? The goddamn plane has crashed into the mountains!

    Well, kiddos, the mother of all fucking catastrophes is about to strike the city of Philadelphia. With the Phils holding a commanding 3-1 lead in the NLCS, the city of brotherly love's thoughts have started to shift forward to the World Series. Lo and behold, Mayor Michael Nutter is reportedly considering making the same ridiculous mistake this city has been making for 15 years. He's thinking about putting the jersey on William Penn. I don't even know what else to say, except that this clearly cannot be allowed to happen. I need game plans, folks, how the fuck are we going to stop this from occurring?

    edit: nothing is fucked. The mayor's office issued a form letter and some dude from Modell's is on WIP swearing there will be no dressing up of William Penn. Now back to regular programming. Click me for the rest!

    Friday, October 10, 2008

    What a long, strange trip it's been

    As I do my best to make the hours between now and NLCS game 2 pass quickly, I'm finding it very hard not to think about where these Phillies have been to get in this position. I've read stories about these teams from every angle except for the one that Phillies fans have lived for the last decade. There are stories about Black Friday, and stories about 1993, and a fucking boatload of stories about Manny and Torre and their date with destiny and the Red Sox...who haven't even played ALCS game 1 yet! But I've never seen a story about the journey these Phils have gone on together. Whereas the Dodgers, replete with young talent as they may be, are the picture of building a team with cold hard cash, the Phils are as home grown a team as you'll find in baseball.

    Jimmy Rollins
    Chase Utley
    Ryan Howard
    Pat Burrell
    Cole Hamels
    Brett Myers
    Ryan Madson
    Carlos Ruiz
    JA Happ
    Chris Coste

    That's nearly half of the Phillies' NLCS roster, and every one of them came through the Phillies' minor league system. It's also the team's 4 best position players, top 2 starting pitchers primary setup man. Shane Victorino was a rule 5 draft pick from the Dodgers, but didn't even get his 73 non-Phils Major League at bats with L.A., he got them with San Diego in 2003 when they made him a rule 5 pick. So Shane-o is essentially a career Phillie. Jayson Werth was signed off the scrap heap after a promising rookie year and two seasons lost to injury with the Dodgers. He, like Shane, came to the Phils unproven and earned his pinstripes. The team's only true major acquisitions from the outside are Jamie Moyer and Brad Lidge...Moyer, who they got after the trade deadline in 2006, having dealt away Bobby Abreu and immediately vindicating all those who said his malaise had been even more damaging than Larry Bowa's fits of rage. Is Jamie Moyer an important acquisition? No doubt about it. Watch a Cole or Brett start and count how many shots you get in the dugout of Jamie Moyer teaching. Immeasurable. And I don't even need to speak of Brad Lidge's importance to this team. But even his acquisition, having been riddled by injuries and banished to the 8th inning in Houston, came at the cost of two of the team's highest rated prospects in Michael Bourn and Mike Costanzo.

    The next biggest acquisition on the roster? It's a toss up between Greg Dobbs, Pedro Feliz, and JC Romero. So it's no exaggeration to say the vast majority of this team's important players learned to win together, as a team. They came up together, struggled together, stood up for each other when they got into ridiculous media battles with departed closers (see ya in 2010, Billy.) That's the story I want to read. The one about how Pat Burrell was branded the savior when the Phils drafted him in 1998 to replace JD Drew who had been branded the savior and never signed the year before. And how he got rushed to the majors and it almost worked but then the league figured out he had never learned how to hit and started pitching around his swing. I want to read about how Jimmy Rollins had to answer questions about being a "leadoff hitter" the way Donovan McNabb had to answer questions about being a "pocket quarterback" and went on to win an MVP batting leadoff and hitting .290. Whatever. Few more wins and Joe Buck's not gonna have Hollywood to adore anymore.


    ...To anyone who might ask, this just felt more appropriate here than on examiner. Plus I wanted to say fuckin boatload. Click me for the rest!

    Thursday, October 9, 2008

    Because the Phils are 3 wins away from the World Series

    And I just talked all night about it to no one in particular. Click me for the rest!

    Phillieeeeees fever!

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    Wednesday, October 8, 2008

    A little ditty I wrote, every word of which is 100% true

    (sung to the tune of the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt song)

    The Eagles are coached by a fat fucking dick
    His name is my name too
    There's never any doubt
    It's always three and out
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    Wednesday, October 1, 2008

    Because someone has to remind Mets fans that the Phils made the playoffs and they didn't...

    Also, because I loved my punny title. So, go read. Click me for the rest!

    I'm pretty sure the FCC didn't give him that nickname...

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    I'm a new drug who's trafficked through far and distant lands...

    So, as some of you know, examiner.com recently offered me a spot writing about the Philadelphian in New York's perspective on the Philly/New York teams and rivalries...sorta like Sleeping with the Enemy except there's no sleeping with anyone. So, that means the vast majority of my sports posts will go there, not here...but fret not, there'll be links. And i expect them clicked. And perhaps someday, we'll grow to the comments phase? I know there are a few of you reading this, you've admitted as much to me in person. Anyway, my first post went up today...it got buried on the 2nd page of Examiner's New York channel by the time it got approved, but that's why you've got me, right? Without further ado...

    Why the Mets are doomed to fail again in 2009

    Click, comment, but most of all keep checking back because there is sure to be more where that came from.

    P.S. Expect more Forgive Durden lyrics, too. Holy awesome. Wish I had gotten to that party like 2 years earlier.

    P.P.S. I went to Ben Folds last night. It was awesome. I have the set list, but there's not a ton more I have to say about it other than I adore Ben Folds and every time I see him he nails every note of every song and entertains the living hell out of the crowd. So if you want the set list...you must ask for it. Click me for the rest!

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