I’m not a sports fan; in fact, I kind of loathe sports. Except for baseball. I don’t watch regular season Phillies games on TV but I like going to games at our park, and you bet your ass I watch when it’s the postseason.
The Phillies are one of the few really good memories I have of my dad. Even though I was only 5 when the Phils won the series in 1980, I remember watching the games with my dad. I remember that he taught me the names of all the players and all of their numbers and positions. It makes me smile.
So tonight, after dinner, I ate a green popsicle and settled down to watch game 1 of the World Series. GO PHILS! Beat the Yankees!