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Joy
Submitted by Dan U-A on Thu, 10/30/2008 - 8:26am.
The only word I think aptly describes this: Joy. By the end of the night, my hand was hurting from so many high-fives.
And as I stood outside Broad and South, Obama chants were breaking out.
Championship on Wednesday. Parade on Friday. The next championship three days after that.
That is the best word to
That is the best word to describe it.
Remember watching Joe Carter smash our championship hopes in 1993. I thought about that last night. I was 14 years old. 15 year of waiting has really paid off.
Philadelphia Ain't Mudville Today
Waiting a long time makes it sweeter.
I have to confess I've been a fan of the New York Giants since YA Tittle was their quarterback. And despite two Super Bowl victories in the ensuing years, I had never gotten over the Giants loss to the Chicago Bears in the 1963 NFL championship game after Tittle was injured. A big loss like that when you are eight years old leaves deep deep scars.
But the upset victory in last year's Super Bowl finally did the trick for me. The scar tissue finally healed.
I'm a newcomer to Philly--I've only been here ten years. So I'm hoping that all my friends who have lived here their whole lives are not only as happy as I am today but as happy as I was after the last Super Bowl.
The only thing I'm worried about is that the geniuses who run baseball are going to decide that this split-game thing is great and, to make more money, will play all games on two different days, 4.5 innings a piece.
Joy in every possibility