As much as I despise cutesy spellings, I had to go with Phillies Phever for this post title, because that is exactly what the last week has been round these parts. Last Saturday, Greg and his friend Jim went to the first home game in this World Series. Because of the rain delay, it started after 10 and finished close to 2. And then they walked home. That was only the beginning of the madness. Sunday night Dave and Erin came over to watch the Phils win again, meaning that Monday night was their chance to clinch, to win the whole thing.
Monday night Greg came home and decorated like mad man. Dave and Erin returned, bringing Erin's sister Megan with them. So for those keeping track, this was our third game and third set of guests in three nights. (I'm counting Saturday since Greg and Jim at at Mercy Street before heading to the game.)
The Phils took an early lead in the Monday night game, so we headed out to the nearby Adobe Cafe to celebrate with other fans. It was packed, and I even had my picture taken by a reporter for the paper, but it didn't make it into print. However, the weather had other plans for us, and millions of screaming, drunken fans in every corner of the city were suddenly silenced by a rain delay.
We headed home, and tried to get some sleep Tuesday night. The game picked up again Wednesday at the bottom of the 6th inning. It all went so quickly from there--a few hits, a few runs, a few strikeouts, and before we knew it, we were running down Broad Street hugging and high fiving people we had never met, watching impromptu fireworks, and hoping we didn't see any overt vandalism. (We didn't, but people did go nuts in some parts of the city.)
Here I am high fiving people--I made it my mission to get as many germs on my hand as humanly possible.
Greg's trying to talk to someone, but cell phone service was impossible.
Up next: the Parade!