One win away.
It’s been 15 years. Do you remember what is was like to be in the World Series. Yes, I know, we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves. The Phils still need to win one more game before they can think about moving on to baseball’s biggest stage.
Fans have no such limitations, on the other hand. So let’s start the party.
Of course, you have to stay awake to be part of the party. Last night’s game was not over until after midnight.
I didn’t even come close.
When I was a kid, my mom used to have a way of telling us when it was time to go to bed.
“Up the golden stairs,” she would intone. Nothing else needed to be said. We knew it was bed time. Ignoring the message was not recommended. Dilly-dallying in an attempt to stay up would be met with a decidedly more stern, less “golden” pronouncement.
I have been thinking about that saying of my mom’s ever since the Phils acquired slugger Matt Stairs to bolster their bench this summer.
Unfortunately, last night I took her advice after watching the first few innings at the kitchen table as I wolfed down some dinner. That’s when I made a fatal mistake. I decided to catch the rest of the game in bed. Big mistake. The last thing I remember is the Phils trailing, 3-2.
This morning, as is my daily morning ritual, I gingerly flipped on the radio, not knowing what I would hear. To tell you the truth, I was kind of expecting to hear about a Phils’ loss and the series being knotted 2-2.
Instead I was jolted awake by news of a thrilling come-from-behind win, of homers by Shane Victorino and one Matt Stairs.
Up the golden Stairs, indeed.
One win away. Go Phillies!
It’s been 15 years. Do you remember what is was like to be in the World Series. Yes, I know, we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves. The Phils still need to win one more game before they can think about moving on to baseball’s biggest stage.
Fans have no such limitations, on the other hand. So let’s start the party.
Of course, you have to stay awake to be part of the party. Last night’s game was not over until after midnight.
I didn’t even come close.
When I was a kid, my mom used to have a way of telling us when it was time to go to bed.
“Up the golden stairs,” she would intone. Nothing else needed to be said. We knew it was bed time. Ignoring the message was not recommended. Dilly-dallying in an attempt to stay up would be met with a decidedly more stern, less “golden” pronouncement.
I have been thinking about that saying of my mom’s ever since the Phils acquired slugger Matt Stairs to bolster their bench this summer.
Unfortunately, last night I took her advice after watching the first few innings at the kitchen table as I wolfed down some dinner. That’s when I made a fatal mistake. I decided to catch the rest of the game in bed. Big mistake. The last thing I remember is the Phils trailing, 3-2.
This morning, as is my daily morning ritual, I gingerly flipped on the radio, not knowing what I would hear. To tell you the truth, I was kind of expecting to hear about a Phils’ loss and the series being knotted 2-2.
Instead I was jolted awake by news of a thrilling come-from-behind win, of homers by Shane Victorino and one Matt Stairs.
Up the golden Stairs, indeed.
One win away. Go Phillies!
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