THEY DID IT, THEY DID IT *as I do my happy dance and sing around the house*!
THE PHILLIES WON THE WORLD SERIES!
Last night, as Brad Lidge threw that last pitch I was on the edge of my seat. Praying, hoping....let it be I said. And when it happened, I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
"Dave? Did they just win?" I asked.
And then, my answer appeared. Fireworks and car alarms, people banging pots and pans. Screaming in the streets. Pure mayhem. The kind of mayhem that only happens in Philly when something completely awesome happens.
Poor Stink comes running into our room, crying. "Fireworks." he whimpered. I picked him up and swung him around. "They did it Stink! The Phillies won!"
"Go Phillies." he said in that voice that signifies pure exhaustion.
"I'm heading to Dick's Sporting Goods!" Dave yelled as he threw his shoes on and ran out the door.
"Get me something good!" I called to him.
As I climbed into bed, with Stink in tow I watched as the fans on television poured into the city streets. People were swinging from light poles, fires were starting in the middle of Broad Street. The screen was split between the stadium and the fans.
Stinky laid his head on my shoulder and we watched. Even as our eyes were closing, we watched. Glued to the television. In awe.
Ring Ring.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"You should see the line! It's crazy here. Police are directing traffic into the store. Listen to this!" as Dave held his cell in the air.
"LET US IN! LET US IN!" I heard the people chanting.
"I'm staying!" he said.
"Okay. Don't forget something cute for me!" I yelled into the phone.
I guess it was around 1am when he finally fell into bed. And when I woke this morning, my Phillies World Series shirt was waiting for me. What a great reminder for this wonderful milestone our city has entered. Let the curse of Ben Franklin be gone!
Just some Mayhem Memories!
THE PHILLIES WON THE WORLD SERIES!
Last night, as Brad Lidge threw that last pitch I was on the edge of my seat. Praying, hoping....let it be I said. And when it happened, I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
"Dave? Did they just win?" I asked.
And then, my answer appeared. Fireworks and car alarms, people banging pots and pans. Screaming in the streets. Pure mayhem. The kind of mayhem that only happens in Philly when something completely awesome happens.
Poor Stink comes running into our room, crying. "Fireworks." he whimpered. I picked him up and swung him around. "They did it Stink! The Phillies won!"
"Go Phillies." he said in that voice that signifies pure exhaustion.
"I'm heading to Dick's Sporting Goods!" Dave yelled as he threw his shoes on and ran out the door.
"Get me something good!" I called to him.
As I climbed into bed, with Stink in tow I watched as the fans on television poured into the city streets. People were swinging from light poles, fires were starting in the middle of Broad Street. The screen was split between the stadium and the fans.
Stinky laid his head on my shoulder and we watched. Even as our eyes were closing, we watched. Glued to the television. In awe.
Ring Ring.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"You should see the line! It's crazy here. Police are directing traffic into the store. Listen to this!" as Dave held his cell in the air.
"LET US IN! LET US IN!" I heard the people chanting.
"I'm staying!" he said.
"Okay. Don't forget something cute for me!" I yelled into the phone.
I guess it was around 1am when he finally fell into bed. And when I woke this morning, my Phillies World Series shirt was waiting for me. What a great reminder for this wonderful milestone our city has entered. Let the curse of Ben Franklin be gone!
Just some Mayhem Memories!
I'm no Phillies fan, but I'm big enough to offer congratulations. At least someone good and deserving won it, I say.
Posted by: LiteralDan | 01 November 2008 at 03:11 AM