I truly try not to be a bandwagon fan. I don't like to jump from one team to another, one division to another. I try to stay true to the teams that I have followed since I was a kid. The Cleveland Cavaliers are my favorite NBA team, Ohio State is my favorite college team (with a few add-ons like the Georgia Bulldogs in football, UNC in basketball and a smattering of others), but MY Team in Major League baseball will always be The Cleveland Indians. Yes, I have gotten very used to the phrase, "wait 'til next year." But I love them, cheer for them, cry with them, and keep my allegiance true to the Tribe.
Yet, my heart softened this year during the World Series. Probably due to the PHanatic that lives down the street and the somewhat underdog position that Fox Sports deemed them...I have become a Phillies PHan! (Guess you are supposed to use the PH in place of the F if you are a true PHan).
I got a kick watching the game last night with my husband and neighbor Chuck. Chuck grew up in Jersey and the closest team for him to pledge his loyalty became the Phillies. He was just months old when they won their last World Series so last night was a joy for our friend. He wanted to be at the game. He wanted to be in the elements with all the other PHans that have been tormented for so many years by William Penn's curse, by bad breaks, good seasons and bad. He didn't know what to do at the end of the game. Should he cry? Laugh? Hug? He almost was in a daze, not really knowing if this was just a dream that he had concocted in his mind. His emotions were overwhelming.
Chuck shed a couple of tears but left our house with the silliest of grins that one can imagine. His plans for the rest of the night? Ordering World Series Champions t-shirts and hats!
Hey Phillies PHan, I'd wear one of those t-shirts with pride!
Way to go!
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