We used to have even more Phillies hats, but I just cleaned out the closet.
I grew up not that far from Ebbets Field. When the Brooklyn Dodgers had a good year, the streets sang with the broadcasts amplified from every tv, radio and portable radio in the neighborhood. No need to ever miss a moment.
But when the Dodgers ditched us for L.A., I lost my love for baseball. But then I married a Phillies phan.
And my son has taken his passion for Philadelphia sports teams–the Phillies and the Eagles–to Brooklyn with him, where he now lives. It’s a whole different experience rooting for a team on alien soil.
He tells what it’s like in his op-ed piece, Twinge of pity for the vanquished, in the Philadelphia Inquirer. If any sentences don’t read, blame it on some editor, of course!
