Welcome back to Philly, guys

One glance into the Boston Red Sox dugout reveals a lot of familiar faces. There’s skipper Terry Francona. You know, the guy who claimed he got a “mulligan” after his stay in Philly and landing the top job in Beantown.

There’s Curt Schilling, the former ace of our staff, last seen in these parts hiding under a towel as Mitch Williams walked a tight rope in so many of those classic ’93 playoff games.

And let’s not forget J.D. Boo, I mean Drew. Of course Drew is the guy, represented by our old pal Scott Boras, who infamously told the Phillies not to waste their first-round pick on him because he had no intention of signing here. The Phils dug in their heels, took him anyhow, and watched as he was good to his word. He went back into the draft the next year and immediately became public enemy No. 1 with many sports fans in these environs.

All of which makes the 8-2 drubbing the Phils laid on the Red Sox at Citizens Bank Park last night that much more sweet.

It’s been billed as a clash of titans, the leaders in the NL East and AL East going mano a mano. Tickets are harder to find than Willie Randolph fans in the Big Apple.

One down, two to go. It doesn’t get any easier after that, with Delco native Mike Scioscia bringing his first-place Angels to town.

There is, however, a little icing on our cake this morning. Over night the Mets pulled the plug on Randolph. The roots of this move go back to the New Yorkers’ epic collapse last September, when the Phils blew by them to the the NL East crown.

For Phillies fans right now, life is good.

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