Growing up, I always had a dream of seeing my favorite professional baseball team win the world series. Then, in 2008, when I was just 8 years old, it happened. Brad Lidge threw the nastiest slider I had ever seen and the Phils were world champions….world fucking champions.
To most, seeing your team win a World Series, or really anything of significance for that matter…would be enough. Most would be content and acknowledge the fact that winning a world championship is not something that happens every day. What you must know about me, and every other Philadelphia fan however, is that we are NOT like most.
I was greedy….very greedy. I remember going to school after game 5, draped in my new WS Champion attire and rather than acting like a humble titleholder, I screamed “This is only the beginning boys and girls.” In the great words of Lebron James, my thinking was “Not 1…Not 2….Not 3….Not 4…..Not 5….Not 6.”
Then 2009 happened. The Phils would go on to win back to back NL Pennants (Woo Hoo,) but would be beat in the World Series by the New York Freaking Yankees. If only that was the worst of it.
Then 2010 happened. The Phils have a phenomenal regular season. Doc Halladay throws a perfect game, wins the Cy Young AND throws a no hitter in his postseason debut, becoming just the second pitcher in ML history to toss a no-no in October. After demolishing the Reds in the NLDS, the Phils would be upset in the NLCS, thanks in part to Juan Uribe (Gulp) and the San Fransisco Giants. “Not 1…Not 2.. Not 3….”
Then 2011 (GULP) happened. The Phils win a NL best 102 games and are led by arguably, the greatest starting rotation of all time, featuring Roy Halladay, Cliff Lee, Cole Hamels and Roy Oswalt. The offense was okay, but where this team shined was through their potent and polished arms which I truly…and I mean TRULY believed was going to win them a WS ring. Then came game 5 of the 2011 NLDS.
Now, I don’t talk about this game much, solely based off of the fact that it just hurts way too much to discuss in any sort of detail. Without a doubt, this was, and will forever be the most painful loss I have ever experienced as a Philadelphia sports fan. I remember crying in my parents bedroom hours after Ryan Howard had tore his achilles and thought to myself “This could very well be the worst moment of my life.” (PS: I was like 10 at the time so it very well could have been the worst moment of my life.”
2012-Present Day: Since that dreaded October night in 2011, the Phillies have failed to play in a single postseason game. The bank has not seen playoff baseball in a decade, rally towels have not been waved for years and the passion that this city once had for their beloved Fightins…has been lost.
So why am I writing this blog in the first place? What is the point? Well, as things stand today, the Philadelphia Phillies have won 4 straight series (2 against legitimate title contenders,) and have found themselves just 2 games back in the NL East. Am I starting to believe? For sure. Do I have playoff fever? You bet your biscuits I do. What I am about to say next may be the most important thing that I have ever written on this website.
The 2021 Philadelphia Phillies are going to win the NL East. October Baseball will be back in Citizens Bank park and when game three of the 2021 NLDS is played, and the white rally towels are flying across the great mountains and valleys of the best city on earth, all will be right in the world again.
I have to be honest with you guys, I just got fired the fuck up writing that. WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE FIGHTINS BABY!! SAID! And sure, I may be just a bit overly optimistic with these sentiments, but why not us? Why can’t guys like Zack Wheeler and Jean Segura lead us back to the promise land? Why can’t the BCIB JT Realmuto and the 330 million dollar man, Bryce harper put this city on their back for a playoff run? Why can’t Andrew McCutchen and Didi Gregorius break the curse. Why cant….you get the point.
I have been a Phillies fan all my life. I have gone through my fair share of ups with them and trust me when I tell you, I have experienced my fair share of downs. It is time to bring a winning culture and a winning brand of baseball back to the great city of Philadelphia. I wanna see the bank ROCKING from here on out, and when we clinch the division come late September, don’t say I didn’t tell ya so. Go Phils.