The fat lady has most definitely sung – that beautiful old broad – and this time she sung a dirge in that nasally Queens accent and an aria of glorious celebration in her guttural Philly patois.
The Philadelphia Phillies are going to the playoffs for the first time in fourteen years.
Today, anything is possible. I might even get the Philadelphia v. Boston World Series I’ve always dreamed of. It’s a good day to be a fan of the two greatest cities in the United States.
The game was absolutely staggering. I can’t give commentary on the plays – some of which were spectacular – because it’s awfully hard to concentrate on the intricacies of the game while in the stands.
I have never seen so many Phillies fans smiling. I have never heard Phillies fans cheer like they did. By the time the game started the Marlins were already up five – zip on the Mets in Queens. While the Mets lost, the Phillies gritted out a convincing whalloping of the Washington Nationals.
Eight and a Half innings later – after countless MVP! chants for Rollins, after a Howard home run and a rousing Liberty Bell chorus, after the Phanatic cheated a lady into winning ten-thousand dollars, after a little kid played a spectacular rendition of “God Bless America” on the trumpet, after the Mets final score went up and the NL EAST! chants started, after the stands shook and the screams drowned out all brain patterns – Wily Mo Pena – who just a week before handed me a t-shirt at RFK – struck out and the Phillies are the National League East Champions!
