The Phans have a great time at twelve steps. We don't take a shot every time the Phillies get an out but maybe just one or two. There are plenty of cigarettes left for everyone. The cabs are plentiful and I'm well-bundled enough to walk the long mile(s)? home. High fives are extensive and with lots of random people. Someone makes out with someone else they don't know. The Sirius 22's think of a better name for their band. I kiss my brother on the head and understand what Matt Stairs meant when he got his "ass hammered by a bunch of dudes."
It feels like October now so let's see it happen again. Let's see a city on Phire and not burning. Let's laugh and curse and love until our hearts burst. Let's talk about meaningless sporting events for the next month and be content with it while we all strive to live meaningful lives.
Let's go Phillies.
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