WHY DO WE CARE? That is the question? 'Tis not about outrageous fortune, or slings and arrows. It's about the Phillies. Our Phillies. Our team.
Alas, poor Yorick. I know them well. And they have cut out my heart and stomped on it so many times, I scant believe I have a heart left. What should be a flat spent bladder of blood still beats. And yet why? How?
Am I not a man? Do I not learn from suffering?
Or am I a jerkoff, bound to a single team because they are my jerkoffs? Do not confuse me with facts. My hurt is an ancient hurt. My belief is an ancient conceit. I believe the Phillies can win. I know the Phillies can win. I know, in my heart, the Phillies will break my heart as they have every year I've lived save once. And yet. . .I believe. Why?
This year it's Ryan Howard and Chase Utley. (Chase! What a great name for a Phillie underachiever.)
I write this during the intermission of a doubleheader with Atlanta. The Phillies were up 3-0 before losing, 4-3 this afternoon in a game strangely similar to the Phillies 5-4 loss to the Washington Nationals on Thursday night. Leading the whole time. Losing in the end with the closer holding on to a lead in the ninth.
Some people would give up on the Phillies. To those people I say, I understand exactly what you mean, but fuck you. I'm not built that way.
I must hope the same way you must give up. It's the way I am.
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