What gives? Phillies won the world series and you've been all, what, too nervous or superstitious to enjoy it? That's your team. This is your time. They aren't going to take the trophy away.
You're not going to get this again for a while.
Just wondering,
-ty
Rich to Ty:
"Maybe it just hasn’t kicked in yet or maybe I missed the bandwagon. But I was on a boat when it all went down last night. I only found out because of all the text messages.
Maybe this is all overshadowed by the big, expected payday next week. I’ve been watching that team and that pennant race closely for two years now. I’ve got a lot invested in that. And like my Philly teams, I’ve rooted for a lot of losers over the years.
I’d like to look back, years from now and think that this was the fortnight that my sister got married, the Phillies won the World Series, and Obama kicked Reagan out of the history books.
Or better year, years from now, I’d like to look back and think that this was the season the Eagles finally won the Superbowl. You’ll be hearing from me when that happens, Luther."
- RW
Ty to Rich:
I feel you. My Dodger-Mania was totally artificial but lighthearted. I couldn't name two players on that team. I gave up on the Raiders (suck) and Lakers (boring) long ago. I just wanted to feel something for the homeland, feel my roots. But I don't don't anymore. LA is like Baghdad or Seattle to me. I have no idea how any of those cities work. Claremont? Ancient history. Santa Cruz? Quickly fading . Even Bethesda? Dulling in impact. It's like I'm on a deserted island in the middle of the
In fact, with sports I am completely w/o teams anymore. I do not embrace the teams of my history nor do I care about the teams here. I mean, Wizards/Redskins/Nationals? On one hand, it's good to be so completely over it and not give a shit, on the other hand it's a bit lonely without access to the shallow roots. For the most part and in many ways I'm fairly root-less; shallow or deep.
As far as "that other" team? No lie, dude. I feel I have heart + soul heavily wagered/invested in this one. I can't even write about it anymore. Wake me up on the other side because it's going to be feast or famine. Dam's going to break and somebody is about to get damp.
I tell you, if it wasn't for fivethirtyeight, I'd be a fucking wreck...more of a wreck.
-ty
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