Amen. Hallelujah. Thank God, or the Baseball gods, or whoever it is that is responsible for the outcome of Phillies games, because for a few moments there, I did get kinda scared. But, alas, the curse is over, and the Philadelphia Phillies are the 2008 World Series champs. Philly... has a winner. That, my friends, feels very good to say.
I'm glad that I got to finally see what a championship team looks like. And I'm also glad for my Grandpa who, despite being the biggest Phillies fan I know, still curses Phillies manager Charlie Manuel's every misstep-- even in the championship game!
This was a great end to a great season.
And if any of you reading this are Met fans, I hope this sticks so far into your crawl, the handle breaks off and you have to get a doctor to pull it out.
Go Phils.
And if any of you reading this are Met fans, I hope this sticks so far into your crawl, the handle breaks off and you have to get a doctor to pull it out.
Go Phils.
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One of the best nights of my life, Jon. From the celebration at Frankford & Cottman just minutes after the game ended (I watched the game at Frankford and Bleigh just a few blocks away), to the amazing parade. Damn, it feels good to be a champion!
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