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It's pretty safe to say that everyone who was on Broad Street had a great time today. High fives and handshakes with strangers, champagne showers, backpack beers, midday hangovers, perfect weather, happy little kids in Phillies gear, and 2 million people all partying together. The players seemed to be living it up on the floats and at the stadium too, but no one had a better time than Brett Myers.
As if we needed another reason to love him...
Readers The Lacks Brothers celebrate the unforgettable 2008 Phillies by remembering some unsung heroes, distinct personalities, the guys we ran out of town, and the moments that stay with us, good or bad:
This one’s for Whitey Ashburn and Vuk, Johnny Marz and the Tugger who was the first one to teach us that You Gotta Believe.
This one’s for those guys who will be Phillies For Life: Randy Wolf, Doug Glanville, Mike Lieberthal (yes, even Lieberthal).
This one’s for Marlon Anderson and Marlon Byrd, Ricky Jordan and Kevin Jordan.This one’s for the Bench Dawgs: Todd Pratt, Jason Michaels, Nicky Punto, and especially Tomas Perez and his shaving cream pies.
I'll echo Enrico's "I'll never get tired of these pics and videos" sentiment. Somehow, I made it to work today, so I'm still catching up on what's been sent in, but so much of it is so perfect. Like this one:
Terrible singing never sounded so great.
So about 10 minutes after the game we posted the audio of Harry's call of the entire ninth inning. Today, Kulp posted video of the Fox telecast.
We've combined forces and given you the full video of the ninth inning, WITH AUDIO FROM HARRY.
ATJ, of course.
I could watch these things all day long. I think I've watched Comcast's coverage from last night on DVR like four times in a row today. Ahhhh, it feels good.
Or maybe not, I really can't be sure. This person seemed to think so.
Continue reading "In Your Underwear: It's the Only Way to Celebrate Properly" »
Before the game started Monday night, I thought about what I wanted to say in this space if the Phillies won. I was going to recite everything we've gone through as fans prior to this moment and somehow relate that to what we feel now and going forward. My friends, that does not make any sense.
Ricky Bottalico was wearing a shirt on Post Game that said "Phinally," an otherwise nifty design that had exactly the opposite message I'd like to send today. We are winners now, many of us for the first time ever. Embrace this outlook and hang onto it for awhile.
I'm still in euphoria over what has just taken place. Please forgive the subsequent rambling, as Enrico yet may rue giving me access to this TypePad account...
I sat in my basement somewhere in Conshohocken last night, watching the game on TV and paralyzed with anticipation and a sizable helping of well-seeded dread, which I'd cultivated over 25 heartbroken years. Lidge was on the mound, with two outs to go and a runner on second base who could have just as easily gone for third at any point during those last two at-bats.
Being a lifelong Philly fan, I hoped for the best and prepared for the worst. At any other time between 1983 and 9:58 PM last night, this would have been the moment when Hinske pops a fastball into the left-field stands, the Philly bats go as eerily quiet as the fans in the bottom of the ninth, and the remaining two games in Tampa are but a mere formality as the Rays perform a virtual cardioectomy on an entire Northeastern city.
But then something funny happened on the way to disaster: We won. We won. We won.
I didn't know what to do with myself. I kissed my wife, pumped my fist as I stode around the room a few times, and called everybody I could think of for whom this championship mattered. There were quite a few calls made, many of them resulting in busy signals, since half of this city was trying to call the other half so they could scream "WOOOOOOO!" into each other's ears.
I kept the celebration restrained so as not to wake up my eight-month-old son. And in considering that I realized something: This championship is for him. And for every Philly son and daughter 25 and under who have spent their entire lives watching other cities have parade after parade, wondering "When will it be our turn?"
Continue reading "This One's For The Sons (and Daughters)" »
Relive the clinching moments of the World Series!
Both CBP and Lincoln Financial Field will be ticketed venues but no charge.
The Phillies World Series parade will happen tomorrow.
Video by Dave Speers.
Wheels reaction says it all. Amazing.
Continue reading "Harry Calls It and Today, We All Love Wheels" »
When the game ended, I pumped my fist, hugged my wife and cried. Hell, I'm still crying. This was the moment we've dreamed about for most of our collective lives.
World Series Champions.
After the game, I threw up a simple note on Facebook/Twitter that said, "We are Champions." We are Champions. I got a reply from someone in California who said, "No you're not, the Phillies are." That guy is an idiot. He doesn't know what it's like to be a fan of this team...of this City. We are champions. This is about Us.
I've read every single comment you've put on this great site. This is your site as much as anyone's. This is the time for all of us to celebrate. So if you haven't yet, please share your story in the comments of how you celebrated. Or how you're still celebrating. If you've already shared, feel free to add or just write it again.
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