THE PHILLIES WIN THE PENNANT!!!
Nothing really to add to what I wrote here. But you really can't type those words enough.
This is one time it's a bit of a bummer to be a displaced fan. There's honking outside here in Brooklyn, but it's in aggravation, not celebration. I had phone calls with my uncle and brother, drank one celebratory beer, and now have to try and get to bed in advance of a full-and-then-some day of meetings and presentations tomorrow.
But the smile hasn't left my face since 11:37, when Carlos Ruiz squeezed the popup to end it.
We're going to the World Series.
Hard to believe, Harry.