For the first time since 1950, the Yankees and the Phillies — New York and Philadelphia — will face off in the World Series. My two cities. For that reason, I’m declaring some version of neutrality and just planning to take in the intensity of it all.
I’m pretty far from a sports guy, but postseason baseball brings me back to my youth, when I was a such a near-fanatic that I learned how to keep scorecards. The Yankees were it for me back then — Reggie Jackson and the ’77 World Series is a memory I’ll always cherish. Ditto all the regular season games at Yankee Stadium I attended with my dad. But during my time in Philadelphia I saw the Phillies play three times — twice against the Mets, so the rivalry with New York isn’t new to me. “Root, root, root for the home team” took on a suddenly confusing ring.
I feel attached to Philadelphia for countless reasons, but one is the memory of walking my two dogs around the quiet Center City streets where we used to live. To me, their souls still hover there, in Schuykill River Park just as much as in Riverside Park. So I’m rooting for both — it’s the only option.
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YANKEES SUCK!
YANKEES SUCK!
YANKEES SUCK!
YANKEES SUCK!
YANKEES SUCK!
YANKEES SUCK!
YANKEES SUCK!
YANKEES SUCK!
Go Phillies – the hopes and passions of Red Sox Nation ride on your shoulders.
I was rooting for the Angels, that's too bad they lost. Go Phillies!!
Phils!