THE PHILLIES WIN! THE PHILLIES WIN! THE PHILLIES WIN!



As I watched the final outs last night, I thought of the generations. The last time the Phils won the World Series, my now-28-year old son (who I taught to be a rabid Phillies fan as soon as he was old enough to know what baseball is) was a six-month old, asleep in his room. And, as I watched the game last night, I wore my father's old Phillies cap. It was the second anniversary of his death. Quite a range of emotions.