I am sick of hearing those damned cowbell sounds.
I am sick of looking at blue mohawks.
It’s the ninth inning of game 2 of the Series, and while the game’s not over yet, it may as well be. It’s not that the Phillies aren’t hitting–oh, they’re hitting. Just not, you know, when anyone else is already on base. Plus, you know it’s bad when the only Phillie to hit a home run in the game is…Eric Bruntlett. Sigh. Tampa Bay has been “on” tonight–and the Phillies, despite the fact that Ryan Howard’s seemingly making his way out of his slump, are “off” tonight.
I think I’m gonna cheer myself up by staring adoringly at Jayson Werth’s hair. (He’s up to bat right now, and even if he doesn’t get on base, at least his hair still looks hot.)
I’m thinkin’ I need a new Phillies good luck charm to replace the red underwear, which obviously isn’t working so well tonight. Suggestions, anyone?
This is so exciting! The Phillies have established their dominance early in the 2008 World Series. Hamels pitched a stellar game last night, and Utley’s 2-run homer was awesome. It wasn’t a high-scoring game (3-2), and only 2 home runs were hit (the aforementioned dinger by Utley, plus a solo homer by the Rays’ Carl Crawford), but a win is a win is a win. And now we only need three more of those wins to win this series.
I’ve gotta let you in on a little secret/superstition of mine. Every time the Phillies are playing a playoff game, I wear red underwear. For real–every time! (The game I didn’t do this for was the loss against the Dodgers. I did laundry shortly thereafter to ensure that I had enough red underwear for the rest of the playoff/World Series games.) So, ladies, who else wants to be part of the Lucky Red Panty Brigade (and, guys, why not wear your red boxers in a show of support for the Phils)? I know it’s not as exciting as those Rayhawks or Vajayhawks that folks from Tampa Bay are adopting, but I’m convinced that red underwear-wearing brings our Phillies some luck (or at least lets us display our Phillies pride on some of our best parts, right?).
On a completely fluff-tastic note, I really love the cowhead ray tank at Tropicana Field, Balfour’s kinda hot (even though right now, he’s part of The Enemy…), and how cool is it that we all get free tacos? (Click the link to find out how to get yours!)
Tonight it’s game 2 of the Fall Classic–Myers vs. Shields in Tampa Bay, 8 PM. Wear your red [underwear] for good luck! 😉
My Phillies fascination (phascination?) is all your fault. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you–specifically, you, you, and you.
It’s true that I was brought up on a steady diet of baseball and was going to games at Veterans Stadium when I was little (yes, even back then, I met baseball players all the time, and crushed on ’em, too–when I was a very little girl, I was quite fond of Von Hayes. Stop laughing…). It’s true that I’ve always been a Phillies fan. But my Phillies fan-dom has increased over the past several years, and that’s not just ’cause the players have gotten cuter.
It’s because of my post-college exes. This is all their fault.
See, I can be a very competitive person. I also have made a bad habit of consorting with The Enemy. And just so you’re aware, The Enemy is any team that’s done something to prevent my Phillies from being particularly victorious in any given season.
I have a confession to make, you guys. For a really long time…I dated a Mets fan. I know, I know. The Enemy of all enemies. (And then, after that, I was involved with a Rockies fan…which wouldn’t be so appalling except that that happened a mere 8 months after the Rockies trounced all over my Phillies in the playoffs.)
But first, let’s backtrack. It’s 2004. I’m a Phillies fan. I like ’em, but I don’t love ’em (yet). The guy I’m dating, he’s a Red Sox fan. And he’s effin’ crazy. I’m not kidding. Seriously crazy. He didn’t seem crazy when I started dating him, but when I first met him, the Red Sox had just won the 2004 World Series. He was a happy dude then. He wasn’t trying to jump off my balcony at that point. But then, 2005. The Sox aren’t doing as well as they were the previous season. The baseball-induced (seriously) knife-hiding, suicide-attempting, trying-to-bang-my-door-down (oh yes, still serious!) crazy starts to come out. And I mean really come out. It’s around this time that I discovered, hey, Pat Burrell’s hot! And I made the mistake of saying so. And because the crazy one was severely jealous of my affection toward anything male that wasn’t him, the crazy came out some more. And by the time I got a nice little restraining order against the Sox fan and his craziness, I swore up and down I didn’t ever want to have to deal with anything Red Sox-related ever again and that I was a National League, Phillies-lovin’ girl through and through.
Not long afterward, I met the Mets fan. He seemed like Prince Charming at first–hey, he wasn’t a Red Sox fan! He met my one and only boyfriend requirement! (Kidding, everyone. I’m a very choosy girl.) He didn’t have the self-confidence problems that the Crazy One had, so if I mentioned Pat Burrell’s hotness (or Chase Utley’s hotness, etc), he didn’t freak out. But we did have an awful lot of arguments about whether or not Cole Hamels has a mullet (he doesn’t, dammit, and never has!). And we did bicker a lot about whose team was better…and while we were each very adamant about our positions on this topic, it probably didn’t help my cause to end each argument with “well, my team’s better because they’re cuter” (even though it’s true, they are totally cuter than the Mets). It also didn’t help that I went through a truly abysmal phase where I had a mad crush on Jeff Francoeur, whose good looks could not even begin to make up for the awful stats he produced this year. Simply put, the Mets fan didn’t particularly take my baseball-related opinions seriously, and I was doing nothing to change that since all I did was talk about how cute all my favorite players are.
But then the Mets fan introduced me to fantasy baseball, and all of a sudden, I started paying attention to the game as much as to the players, to the players’ stats as much as to their cute pinstriped butts, to crazy acronyms like WHIP and ERA in addition to the crazy acronym BILF that I was so excited about. All of a sudden, I started to Understand The Game. And it couldn’t have happened at a better time, since my Phillies were kickin’ butt and takin’ names. I started to learn about what they did, and who was legitimately good, and why they were good. Because yeah, cuteness counts to this girl right here, but in fantasy baseball, cute doesn’t count for squat. Now all of a sudden, I not only loved that my favorite Phillies were hot–but they were also really, really good. (So good, in fact, that I’m convinced the reason I came in 2nd in my fantasy league–that’s right, first time doing fantasy baseball, and I got 2nd place out of 10 players…boo-yah!–is because I picked some truly awesome Phillies who ended up really carrying my team: Hamels, Utley, Victorino, and Moyer.)
Despite the fact that the Mets fan did do some really nice things, like help me pick 50% of my fantasy team when my internet punked out on me in the middle of my draft, bought me a Greg Dobbs autographed ball one year for Christmas, actually taught me a few things about baseball and stats, and even tagged along one time when I was at ALS Night meeting Phillies (although I swear he was only there so he could try to touch them and put a hex on them), I ended up breaking up with him (not because he was a Mets fan, either–really, I’m not that petty). And then, somehow, when my heart was still slightly tender and I’d amazingly managed to forget the thorough trouncing the Rockies gave the Phillies in the 2007 playoffs, I found myself involved with a Rockies fan. Thankfully, we didn’t talk baseball much, but how I ever managed to deal with a Rockies fan when the part of my heart that wasn’t tender was still black and angry and hateful from thinking back to October 2007’s playoff elimination still amazes me.
And while I’m grateful to the Mets fan for teaching me some baseball wisdom, and grateful to the Sox fan for making me see that hey, those Yankees are kind of a fun team to like when I feel like rooting for an AL team, and to the Rockies fan for being kind (and wise) enough to never hold it over my head that his team beat mine in a few very crucial games, I can’t help but perpetually want their teams to lose. As I mentioned, I’m a competitive kind of girl. Despite the fact that I’m still chummy with 2/3 of these guys, and I sincerely wish them lots of happiness, I want to be the one with the most baseball happiness, dammit. If, for instance, the Mets fan is happy, then that probably means the Phillies are doing something to make me unhappy. If the Sox fan is happy, then the Yankees are probably making me a little peeved. If the Rockies fan is happy…hey, does anyone even pay attention to Colorado baseball anymore? Just wondering.
With each person I’ve dated, I’ve grown to love my Phillies a little more–it’s a love that’s grown mostly out of genuine affection for my Favorite Team Ever, and a love that’s grown slightly (and amusingly) out of spite. With every ex, I cheer a little harder for my boys in red and white. I stare just a little bit longer at their cute pinstriped butts. I push myself to learn more and more about my favorite team, about the game, and about the hotties on other teams (Justin Morneau, where have you been all my life?!?). I hope a little harder that my team beats yours–whoever you are, and whoever your team may be. I blow a few more kisses at Burrell and I squeal just a little more when I see Hamels pitch.
So, dear exes, this is your fault. You’ve collectively and gradually created a Phillies monster (and a fantasy baseball monster, too). And thank you–yes,
really. Thank you. Because through all that went wrong and all that went right, I found my one true love, the one who didn’t let me down yet this year…the Philadelphia Phillies (awwww!).
Okay, enough with the mush. My team’s in the World Series…and yours isn’t. Woo-hoo!
Apparently Vegas odds are favoring the Rays to win the World Series over the Phillies. I kinda figured the Phillies would be looked upon as the underdogs in this series, so it doesn’t really surprise me too much that that’s what most people think. Philly’s viewed as a town with obnoxious fans and sports teams that don’t win anything, year after year (presumably making fans even more pissy by the time next season rolls around).
But here’s the thing. The Rays have had a hell of a year–they really have. They managed to overcome the Red Sox and the Yankees in the AL East, and that’s a heck of a feat. They’ve done well. But was anyone else watching when they screwed up a 3-1 game lead in the ALCS? Did anyone notice how these red-hot Rays dropped a couple games and forced a tiebreaker game between them and the Sox, those comeback kids, whom the Rays had been trampling upon in the beginning of the series?
Good teams lose games. That’s a fact. But if the Rays are really as hot as everyone thinks they are, would they really have squeaked out of the ALCS series with a just-by-the-skin-of-their-teeth win? Or would they have dominated much earlier on in that series–like they looked like they were going to (but didn’t)?
All year long, I’ve been hearing from everyone about how the Phillies weren’t gonna do it. Everyone thought the Mets would win the NL East. They didn’t. Granted, they came close, but still–they didn’t.
The Phillies played their NLDS games against the Brewers. I had to hear from everyone about how Braun and Sabathia were going to clobber the Phillies. Sabathia lasted a truly pitiful amount of innings (was it 4?) in the game he pitched against the Phillies. The Brewers won just one game in that series.
Then the Phillies took on the Dodgers in the NLCS. All I heard about was how Manny was gonna come in there and wipe the floor with the Phillies. And while Manny did really well in that series, the Dodgers still didn’t win it.
All season long I’ve heard “they can’t” and “they won’t” associated with the Phillies, when in reality, it’s everyone else’s teams that couldn’t and didn’t. The Phillies have done what every other team in the National League couldn’t and didn’t do: they made it to the 2008 Fall Classic. And dammit, they deserve to be there.
The Rays are an excellent team. They surprised everyone this year by getting as far as they did. The Phillies have done the same thing. They’ve not only exhibited skill in their playoff games, but they’ve made some playoff miracles happen, and playoff magic has been on their side. Skill and luck has gotten them where they are today, waiting excitedly for this World Series to start with them in it, and I believe that their skill and luck will be evident once again in this series. I believe this combination will make them winners this time around.
This group of Phillies has enjoyed proving everyone wrong this season. These Phillies have proven that they–not the Mets, with their mighty Santana–really were the team to beat in the NL East. They have proven that they can go to the playoffs without choking like they did in 2007. They’ve taken a bullpen that once made fans cringe and turned it into a bullpen that fans cheer for. Their star pitcher was a freakin’ rookie not too long ago. One of their other pitchers is a holy terror at the plate. And another one of their pitchers is the oldest active player in baseball, and he goes out there and gives the game every bit of energy that the younger guys do. No longer does Pat Burrell stand in left field fussing with his hair–he actually tries to run after balls that sail into the outfield. The Flyin’ Hawaiian will steal your bases and mow you down. Home runs and grand slams come from the most unlikely of players at exactly the right times.
I hope the Phillies continue to prove everyone wrong in the next ten days or so. I believe the Phillies can be victorious in the World Series this year. And I’ll be the first one to say “I told you so!” to all the nay-sayers if I’m right.
There’s not a whole lot of Phillies-related stuff to talk about yet ’cause we still have no idea who they’re gonna be playing in the World Series (since Boston caught up from a 3-1 deficit in the ALCS to tie that series–game 7 is tonight!). So I thought I’d give you a little glimpse into my very Phillie-fied desk. Now, if my desk was in Philly, this probably wouldn’t be so exciting or entertaining, but keep in mind that I live and work right in the heart of Mets territory. The folks around me are Yankees and Mets fans. The Yankees fans don’t seem to mind my Phillies stuff (in fact, if Boston ends up sneaking their way into the Series this year, I bet all the Yankees fans are going to turn into makeshift Phillies fans very quickly). But I’m seriously surprised that no Mets fans have drawn devil horns on my Cole Hamels newspaper clippings or Sharpied a goofy-looking mustache on my picture of Pat Burrell…
This is where I sit to do my work-related (as opposed to my blog-related) magic. The day after the Phillies won the NL East, I switched desktop wallpapers from a picture of Cole Hamels to this one. 🙂 The Chase Utley mousepad is one of my favorite things ever. I often have to take my laptop and go make a presentation somewhere. Since I hate using the laptop mouse, I always bring along a regular mouse to attach to my computer…and of course the Chuttles mousepad comes along with it! It’s quite the conversation piece, I’ll say that much!
My desk is filled with pictures. Not of me and my friends or me and my family–oh, no, it’s filled with pictures of me and baseball players or rock stars. Here you can see the a picture of me and my favorite Phillie, Cole Hamels (from the first time I’ve met him–I’ve met him 3 times so far!), and one of me and Chase Utley. When I’m having a crappy day at work, these pictures totally cheer me up!
Two of my favorite Phillies-related things are in this picture! First, there’s Pat the Bunny–named in honor of Burrell (but is a tongue-in-cheek reference to the Pat the Bunny you may have read as a young’un!). I often give Pat the Bunny kisses just because. 🙂 At my last radio job, it was a little game for my co-workers to steal Pat the Bunny. I’d come back from a meeting only to find an empty space, a ransom note, or some strange toy on my desk in the spot that Pat the Bunny used to occupy. Then I’d have to go wander the building to find Pat. It was usually the same Yankees fan behind the bunny-napping, so I never had to look too far.
And there’s my favorite picture of Cole Hamels. My co-workers, who didn’t used to be familiar with what the Phillies players looked like, would always ask me if that was my boyfriend, and I’d sigh despondently and say “No, that’s not my boyfriend. That’s my BILF!” (At this point, though, pretty much all my female co-workers know who Cole Hamels is. They have good taste–most of them think he’s quite attractive, too!)
I love my Phillies bear! I’ve named him Jayson ’cause his hair is cool as hell–just like Jayson Werth’s hair is! And here are more pictures. Over on the left there’s one of me and Ryan Howard (who is super-nice in person), and then in the silver frame, there’s a picture of me and Pat the Bat! (The other pictures are of me and Beck, me and Green Day, and me with the former lead singer of Allister. Can you tell I used to work in radio?) On the far left, you can see the corner of a big newspaper clipping from the Philadelphia Inquirer, featuring a truly gorgeous picture of, and article about, Cole Hamels. The headline for that article is “Great Expectations”–yeah, I think he definitely fulfilled and exceeded our expectations this year! (And what’ll you do in the World Series, Cole? Gonna go kick some butt and take some names there, too? I can’t wait to see that!)
And last but not least, here are my favorite two pennants, honoring my favorite two baseball players! Amazingly, no Mets fans have “accidentally” un-thumbtacked them and sent them sailing into the trash and recycle bins below them…
So there you have it. My own little slice of Phillies paradise in the center of Mets territory. I’ve got more Phillies paraphernalia coming, courtesy of my super-awesome mom, and I can’t wait to do more cube-decorating with National League Champions-related stuff!!!
Oh, yes, there is such a thing. I totally believe in baseball karma. This is why, when the Mets were starting to tank at the end of this season and the Phillies were gaining momentum, I wouldn’t taunt my Mets-fan neighbors at work too often. If the Phillies won and the Mets lost a game, the next morning I’d come into work very quietly and just smile a little more than usual. I wouldn’t say a word (unless I was provoked, of course, and then it. Was. ON!).
Baseball karma. This is why I’m being a little bit sweeter than usual lately. I’m usually a very polite person (when I’m not, you know, randomly dropping the F-bomb), so it’s not a real stretch for me to act sweet in the hopes that baseball karma favors my team. I brought donuts to work today in an effort to be sweet and get everyone on the same sort of hyper sugar high that I was on (well, except that mine was a baseball high). When I bought the donuts, I tipped the nice lady who boxed up the donuts for me. I made sure to greet the window-washers, security guards, and lunch ladies at work with big smiles and extra sweetness. I only made one little snarky Mets-related comment at work. I refrained from honking my horn and flipping the bird at the trucker who cut me off on the road. I tipped the nice man who made my Subway sandwich at dinnertime. In the parking lot at work, I bit my lip and did not giggle at the suckermobiles that have Mets stickers plastered upon their bumpers. I bought presents for two people.
Yeah, I’m usually a pretty nice person, but from now ’til the end of the Series, expect to see Saint Nikki 24/7. Baseball karma, people. It’s real, and I’m a believer!
* In honor of the Phillies making it to the Series, I’ve posted some amusing Phillies-related mistakes on my other website–Red Pen, Inc. These posts are a must-see (and I’m not just saying that because I wrote ’em–they really are funny, people)!
* I liked reading this article about how Phillies fans are buying all sorts of NL Championship swag! (And I want to give a shout-out to my fantastic Philly-dwelling mom, who has bought me all sorts of super-awesome Phillies gear. Thanks, Mom!!! Obviously, since I’m living in the heart of Mets territory, they’re sure as hell not selling Phillies gear out here!)
* For those of you who don’t believe in baseball karma as much as I do, why not check out the live-on-camera decapitation of Mr. Met, who, inexplicably, made an appearance at last night’s presidential debate? (I guess he’s gotta do something, since his team’s not, um…uh…oh yeah, BASEBALL KARMA!!!)
* Bilfy McBilf himself, Cole Hamels, pitched an incredible game. (It goes without saying that he looked damn good pitching that game, too, but I’m gonna say it anyway. HE WAS SMOKIN’ HOT TONIGHT.) He had me worried there in the first inning with a lot of high pitches, but really managed to calm himself down for the rest of the 7 innings he pitched.
* Speaking of the first inning, how ’bout that J-Roll? Just like the NLDS game against Milwaukee where the Phillies won that series, J-Roll started off the game with a super-awesome home run. Way to keep that momentum with the Phillies, J-Roll!
* Although Utley was hitless tonight, he managed to do some good work on the bases today, and Ryan Howard, who’s been a little on the slumptacular side during this series was truly fantastic tonight.
* The Flyin’ Hawaiian made some excellent plays tonight (as did Utley–he had one truly hot diving catch!). As much as I’m thrilled that Hamels is the series MVP, I really would have liked to see that award go to Victorino. Yeah, Hamels pitched two fantastic games, but Shane was consistently making insane plays in the outfield, catching balls that didn’t look to easy to catch, and getting on base, hitting home runs, and just generally ticking off the Dodgers. He really managed to get under the Dodgers’ skin and rattle them up–much like Manny did with the Phillies.
* Not sure what was up with the Dodgers’ abysmal fielding tonight, but it played a big role in the Phillies winning the game. Furcal is totally my new favorite Dodger! Thanks, ol’ buddy! We heart your errors! (By the way, Billingsley’s cute. A stinky NLCS pitcher, but really cute. Not Cole Hamels kinda cute, and apparently not Cole Hamels kinda talented, but cute. Thanks for a fantastic three first innings, dude!)
* On a pitching-related note: Lidge is a SUPERSTAR!
I couldn’t possibly be more excited that this team’s going to the World Series. I’ve made a lot of screaming phone calls tonight, done a lot of silly little dances, run out to buy donuts for my co-workers (because they’re gonna need some serious sugar in order to keep up with my energetic, excited self in the morning!), left people a lot of hyper Facebook messages… I’m on a Phillies high! I’m so proud of this team. I’m proud of their determination, their focus, their talent, their hard-working attitude, and their truly uncanny knack for having and/or making stuff happen at exactly the right moment–having a really key hit or making a truly superb defensive play. I’ve seen a lot of Phillies playoff magic happen in the NLDS and NLCS. I hope that magic carries over into the World Series. The Phils will face a tough AL opponent (presumably the Rays, but it’s October, and the Sox are no strangers to comebacks, so who knows at this point?), but no matter what happens, it’s gonna be a really exciting (and BILFalicious!) series.
I have no idea how the hell I’m gonna sleep tonight. I’m way too excited! Yay, Phillies! Yay, BILFtastic Phillies! World Series 2008, here we come!!!