“Swing and a long drive … watch … this … baby! … OUTTA HERE!”
Harry Kalas started calling Philadelphia Phillies’ games in 1971, the year that I was born. Today he died in the broadcast booth, a couple hours before the game against the Washington Nationals.
Back in the days before cable TV, most home games weren’t televised. (OK, if that [...]
Winning feels like a cherry coke made with real syrup.
Winning feels like pots and pans banged together in the cold autumn night.
Winning feels like a thousand whistles going off all at once.
Winning feels like the helicopter rides your dad would give you before you got too big.
Winning feels like that photo on the right looks [...]
The World Series entered some kind of weather-induced limbo last night, just as my Phils were on the verge of possibly, maybe, hopefully winning the city’s first major sports championship in 25 years.
Watching the game on the big screen at the Distillery sports bar here in Rochester, I couldn’t help recalling that old feeling from [...]
