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Philly Phun, part Phree
Sep. 6th, 2005 02:26 amToday, I looked for birch beer, and found none. I did find a sale on Tastykakes though, so I guess that was good.
I ate lunch in the food court at the Gallery and just soaked up the atmosphere. It puts me back to my roots. Seriously.
Went to Modell's. Phillies shirts were on sale. Sadly, this year's t-shirt player number design sucks butt, so I got an oldskool Billy Wagner shirt and a blue Pat Burrell shirt. Couldn't find a good Chase Utley one. I cry. The shirts were super-cheap, like $10 each.
After a little bit of a mixup, I met up with Stewart Clamen down at the Phillies stadium, Citizens Bank Park. We wandered around the stadium for a while. Stewart got dinner from the Bull's BBQ and I got the Bull's autograph ("My mom is going to be so jealous when she sees this!", I remarked). Mitch Williams was also at the park today, though he was going incognito (until they showed him on the big screen). We saw the Phillies game, where it was pretty much lost in the first four batters when the Astros scored four runs. The Phillies never quite caught up, because lefties own them and Andy Pettitte is a very good lefty. Final score was 4-3. There was much booing. Stewart and I chatted quite a bit, and he had this scorecard book where the first game was the opening game from the 1989 Pirates. Apparently, he doesn't go to games much. He did, however, have scoresheets from the 1991 NLCS, from back when the Pirates were good, and aside from that, it was a lot of Expos games. The 9th inning was fun and suspenseful yet again, but this time the Phillies did not come through. Billy Wagner did come out and pitch though, so I was overjoyed, and of course the people in the stands were being Phillies fans and yelling things like "Only 98 miles per hour? Billy, you SUCK! BOOOOOO!" How on earth they boo someone who comes in for an inning and strikes out three guys, I'll never know. Then again, they booed Mike Schmidt when I was a kid, too.
It was fun. Stewart and I took the express subway back to Walnut, then we walked to 9th and Chestnut together and he took PATCO the rest of the way. I got home, showed my dad my ticket with Greg Luzinski's autograph on it and he was just like "The Bull was there? No WAY!" Then he showed me a program he had signed by a bunch of the 1960 Phillies. Neat stuff.
It's 2:30am and my flight is at 8am, and I need to leave here at 5:45am. I might just not sleep and hope to catch up on the 6-hour plane flight. Sigh.
I ate lunch in the food court at the Gallery and just soaked up the atmosphere. It puts me back to my roots. Seriously.
Went to Modell's. Phillies shirts were on sale. Sadly, this year's t-shirt player number design sucks butt, so I got an oldskool Billy Wagner shirt and a blue Pat Burrell shirt. Couldn't find a good Chase Utley one. I cry. The shirts were super-cheap, like $10 each.
After a little bit of a mixup, I met up with Stewart Clamen down at the Phillies stadium, Citizens Bank Park. We wandered around the stadium for a while. Stewart got dinner from the Bull's BBQ and I got the Bull's autograph ("My mom is going to be so jealous when she sees this!", I remarked). Mitch Williams was also at the park today, though he was going incognito (until they showed him on the big screen). We saw the Phillies game, where it was pretty much lost in the first four batters when the Astros scored four runs. The Phillies never quite caught up, because lefties own them and Andy Pettitte is a very good lefty. Final score was 4-3. There was much booing. Stewart and I chatted quite a bit, and he had this scorecard book where the first game was the opening game from the 1989 Pirates. Apparently, he doesn't go to games much. He did, however, have scoresheets from the 1991 NLCS, from back when the Pirates were good, and aside from that, it was a lot of Expos games. The 9th inning was fun and suspenseful yet again, but this time the Phillies did not come through. Billy Wagner did come out and pitch though, so I was overjoyed, and of course the people in the stands were being Phillies fans and yelling things like "Only 98 miles per hour? Billy, you SUCK! BOOOOOO!" How on earth they boo someone who comes in for an inning and strikes out three guys, I'll never know. Then again, they booed Mike Schmidt when I was a kid, too.
It was fun. Stewart and I took the express subway back to Walnut, then we walked to 9th and Chestnut together and he took PATCO the rest of the way. I got home, showed my dad my ticket with Greg Luzinski's autograph on it and he was just like "The Bull was there? No WAY!" Then he showed me a program he had signed by a bunch of the 1960 Phillies. Neat stuff.
It's 2:30am and my flight is at 8am, and I need to leave here at 5:45am. I might just not sleep and hope to catch up on the 6-hour plane flight. Sigh.
