My hometown team, the Philadelphia Phillies, finally won the World Series—their first in 28 years. Naturally a flood of memories comes back to me in an event like this. In 1980 I was a freshman at Penn and went to the series parade with my mother. (?!) Jimmy Carter was the President, City Hall was still the tallest building in the city, and about half the guys on this 2008 squad hadn’t even been born yet.
The much-maligned Philadelphia fans finally have something to shout about. No city with a team in all four major sports had gone longer without a championship. For that, you have to go back a quarter of a century to the 1983 76ers of basketball. Since then, a number of near-misses have consistently broken the collective heart of the City of Brotherly Love. While I may not be the only person in Knoxville, Tennessee who watched every World Series game played in two faraway cities, I bet I’m the happiest.
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