Our Phils: Triumph or Tragedy??

Who doesn't love a good story? More specifically, who doesn't love an against-all-odds story of the underdog, "the little guy," who defies all logic and expectation and achieves the thing that everyone was so sure was a complete impossibility? These are the stories that touch us all, that make us leap out of our seats and scream like banshees and raise our fists in the air.

Now, the scenario I just described doesn't exactly fit this year's much-maligned Philadelphia Phillies. After all, they were favored at the beginning of the season to win the division, and instead, with two games left to play, they find themselves desperately battling for the ugly step-child wild card playoff berth. Nevertheless, their backs are to the wall, this entire city (at least the people who were paying attention) gave them up for dead a few days ago, and yet they continue to scrape and play like their lives depend on it.

I was 8 years old when the Phillies won their ONLY World Series in their four hundred and twelve year history. That's a looooooooooooong time ago, people. But I am a baseball person, through and through, and even though this team has broken my heart countless times in the intervening 25 years, I have learned over and over again that with this wonderful game, you JUST NEVER KNOW.

Tug was right: YOU GOTTA BELIEVE.

And, as the Finn Brothers have aptly noted: ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.

GO PHILS!! (And perhaps more importantly, GO CUBS!)