2008 Philadelphia Phillies Season/Playoff Thread (Die Mets Die)

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Quote from: ice grillin you on November 01, 2008, 11:17:03 PM
they could name reese gm and i wouldnt care right now...30 hrs ago there was a parade....settle down corksuckers

Never been a more accurate post in the history of forever.

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Great, great article by Bill Lyon (big surprise, I know):

QuoteBill Lyon: Phillies and city: A complex marriage

By Bill Lyon

For The Inquirer

It is a fragile, tenuous relationship, this marriage of professional athletes and a defiantly prideful city.

As with most marriages, there is, from time to tempestuous time, broken crockery scattered on the floor, passion wasted on things not worth the price, hurtful words that cannot be recalled, and, on bittersweet occasions, a tearful makeup.

Which brings us to Philadelphia and its baseball team, wed for better or for worse for 126 years now, which is a remarkable - miraculous even - tenure when you think about it.

The city's hard-edged reputation precedes itself, and athletes are wary. Like wolves that smell roasting meat, they circle warily around the campfire, slinking uncertainly about in the shadows, wondering, fretting: "Do I really want to play here, in front of these lynch mobs?"

But every great once in a while, each side is brought to realize the true depth of its marriage. As, for example, when you win a World Series.

Secretly, we glory in our hard-edged reputation. We take a perverse pride in being known as the proving ground of sports, relentlessly demanding, quick to judge, quicker still to root out the slackers and the charlatans.

But beneath that rhino hide of ours lies a marshmallow, gooey, soft, yielding.

You bust a gut trying, you spend your blood and assorted body parts for us, we will melt.

But even we surprise ourselves when the chance comes along. Like, say, a parade of champions. World Series champions. Or, to use the rightly earthy Anglo-Saxon term for fornication as memorably uttered by Chase Utley: World F- Champions.

To a man, the Phillies were overwhelmed by the parade and the reception. They were engulfed by a sea of people. They thought they knew what they would see, but it was so much more sweeping than that.

And they were made to grasp the magnitude of this marriage, made to understand the umbilical cord that binds city and team with an almost mystical force.

"This is way better than I ever expected," manager Charlie Manuel said.

They chant his name now, shout it from the rooftops. Four years ago, he was derided as a clueless country bumpkin. Now, and forever, he will occupy a place in the Hall of Winners.

Such is the power of a championship.

But why? What is the appeal of a band of mercenaries with bat, ball and glove winning a tournament?

It is a civic validation of sorts. We didn't actually win anything ourselves, but our team did, and by extension we did, too. We're not suddenly smarter. Or better looking. But it feels like it, feels like there's pride back in your stride.

And there is the matter of welcome distraction, escapism from all that besets us.

That's the gift players bestow on the city. And the city, in turn, showers them with - well, you've seen the parade pictures.

The players, caught by surprise at the outpouring of affection, try to return it in kind. They pledge their own fealty. They will be a Phillie, and a Philadelphian, 'til the day they die. Promise.

Cole Hamels, who has a perspective to match that killer dead-fish change-up, talked about coming back, old and retired and maybe a little fat, and being accorded the standing ovation and the devotion still showered on the 1980 champions.

Unlike many things in life, this is forever.

Or until the next parade.

Which could be as soon as next year.

The core of this team is, after all, young. There is every reason to think its best ball is still ahead of it.

Hamels said he couldn't wait to float down Broad Street again.

And again.

And again.

For a time, at least, the negativity withers like things dying on the November vines. The marriage between wary player and defiantly prideful city flourishes.

A new dawn?

Consider this sign along the parade route:

"I Promise Never To Boo Again."

Here, that is the highest compliment.

SD_Eagle5

I DVR'd the parade and ceremony, Game 5a and 5b, and the pennant clincher. Had a few beers and watched game 5b and the reception yesterday. Must have replayed the final out 30 times, everytime I got teary eyed like a little Hoyda.

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Ha.  I keep playing it over and over myself.  And yeah, I get a little choked up too.  Not Hoyda choked up, though.  Hoyda.


PhillyGirl

"Oh, yeah. They'll still boo. They have to. They're born to boo. Just now, they'll only boo with two Os instead of like four." - Larry Andersen

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Drunkmasterflex

The more I see and read the more envious I am of all of you that were there to celebrate.  It was very bittersweet for me when they won, it is really tough not being there.  I won't lie I teared up when they won, but then again I have become an emotional Hoyda over the last year. 
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The BIGSTUD

You couldn't get down because of work or something? Sucks you weren't able to get down man. Hopefully next time a Philly team wins something you can make it down.
Calling it right on the $ since day one.
Just pointing laughing, and living it up while watching the Miami Heat stink it up.

PhillyGirl

Quote from: King Cole on November 02, 2008, 05:01:44 PM
You couldn't get down because of work or something? Sucks you weren't able to get down man. Hopefully next time a Philly team wins something you can make it down.

DMF is kind of out of town. lol
"Oh, yeah. They'll still boo. They have to. They're born to boo. Just now, they'll only boo with two Os instead of like four." - Larry Andersen

Seabiscuit36

Quote from: PhillyGirl on November 02, 2008, 07:44:39 PM
Quote from: King Cole on November 02, 2008, 05:01:44 PM
You couldn't get down because of work or something? Sucks you weren't able to get down man. Hopefully next time a Philly team wins something you can make it down.

DMF is kind of out of town. lol
that drive would have SUCKED..lol
"For all the civic slurs, for all the unsavory things said of the Philadelphia fans, also say this: They could teach loyalty to a dog. Their capacity for pain is without limit." -Bill Lyons

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PoopyfaceMcGee

Quote from: Seabiscuit36 on November 02, 2008, 08:22:44 PM
Quote from: PhillyGirl on November 02, 2008, 07:44:39 PM
Quote from: King Cole on November 02, 2008, 05:01:44 PM
You couldn't get down because of work or something? Sucks you weren't able to get down man. Hopefully next time a Philly team wins something you can make it down.

DMF is kind of out of town. lol
that drive would have SUCKED..lol

He could have driven right through Russia, to Palin's house, through Canada, and across... if he were really a die hard like King Cole.

ice grillin you

i can take a phrase thats rarely heard...flip it....now its a daily word

igy gettin it done like warrick

im the board pharmacist....always one step above yous

MDS

Zero hour, Michael. It's the end of the line. I'm the firstborn. I'm sick of playing second fiddle. I'm always third in line for everything. I'm tired of finishing fourth. Being the fifth wheel. There are six things I'm mad about, and I'm taking over.

The BIGSTUD

lol, how am I supposed to know where the guy lives? I assumed at least somewhere in the vicinity of the tri-state area.
Calling it right on the $ since day one.
Just pointing laughing, and living it up while watching the Miami Heat stink it up.