Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving



Well, it's that time of year again. Holiday sales bombard the TV replacing all of those annoying political ads. Screens are being traded out for windows. Air conditioners are covered. Leaves are raked every weekend. The mower is housed in the shed awaiting springtime. Mall parking lots are beginning to fill. The baseball awards have been distributed. No major deals have gone down yet for the Phillies. The only trade that has cause for concern is Dan Uggla being traded within the division to the Atlanta Braves. That boy can hit however, his defense is questionable. He can't be any worse than Brooks Conrad, and the Braves made it to the wild card with him.

This is the time we spend with family and friends. We give thanks for the love and health of our loved ones. Thanksgiving day means different things to people. We all have our own traditions. There's the parade in the morning, as we recover from the hangover from the night before. Then off to a relatives overheated house for some hair of the dog and football. The food will be good but cold, because there is no way to have that much variety of food for that many people, and have it remain hot. Sorry, that's a little pet peeve of mine. I don't need six different kind  of vegetables. There are 26 of us! By the time the food gets on the table and everyone is seated, the food is cold. As soon as it's polite, I recommend taking your plate to the sink and getting a primo seat in the living room for the remaining football and post feast nap.

I am very thankful because I have a wonderful family. They are always there for you. They volunteer to help you out, so you don't even have to ask. We are very close. We celebrate holidays, birthdays, graduations, whatever the occasion, we are always partying. Of course it helps that my cousin has an awesome pool and party garden.

This will be the first Thanksgiving without my father. This will be especially hard for my mother, but we will be surrounded by our family's love. My father was always the first one done eating. He'd sneak outside for a smoke and that back inside to claim the end spot on the couch where he would promptly fade into a glorious snooze. This is one of many things that I learned from him. Being an only child, I always hung with him as a kid. He was very patient and a joy to be around.

I will not mourn him this Thanksgiving. I am just thankful that he was my Daddy. I was so fortunate to grow up receiving his love. He has spoiled me to the point where no man could ever measure up. My wish for you, is that you have a great family and that you could be the type of father to your children that my father was to me.

Back to baseball. I am also thankful for my home team Phillies. They did not make it to the World Series this year however, they were there the past two years in a row. They looked tired in the NLCS and they probably were. Now I'm not making excuses for them but how many teams are repeating in back to back World Series appearances? The postseason has gotten longer and is shortening the winter for baseball's elite teams. The Phillies suffered key injuries to most of their regular players this year. Could it have been to lack of down time? Hopefully we will come back stronger and healthier in 2011.

So this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for a great family and my Phils. I can hold my head high because I had the love of a fabulous father and although the Phillies did not make it to the World Series, they did have the best record in Major League Baseball. Think about that. It's the first time in their 127 year history that they had the best record! Back in 1976 and 1977, they had their highest win total with 101. But to recover from an exorbitant amount of injuries, playing with more teams in the Majors than the seventies and still having the best record, I am extremely proud and thankful.

What are you thankful for this year? What is your Thanksgiving tradition? Let us know.
Have a great Thanksgiving. May your bird be big and succulent.

Katie Casey   

Friday, November 19, 2010

Baseball Awards


Most of the major awards have been given out this season. We are only waiting for the MVPs of each league, which will be announced next Monday and Tuesday. I am not surprised by any of the results, so there is no need to go into any long discussion of any controversial winners. I do have a few comments that I will share with you, plus a major idea.

-National League Manager of the Year: Wow, that was close. Bud Black beats out Dusty Baker by only one point. I still have a question for Dusty Baker. How come he didn't start Travis Wood during the NLDS? Wood one hit the Phillies in a complete game shutout back in July, with 8 strike outs. Wood ended up coming in the game, that Edinson Volquez started, and was quite successful. Volquez is still not where he was in 2008 because he is still recovering from injury. Sometimes you just got to go with what brought you there. Travis Wood seems to have the Phillies' number.

-National League Cy Young Award: Wow, a unanimous decision! While I fully expected Roy Halladay to win, I did not expect every writer to agree. To me, this makes it even more special. Doc learned about this honor while in Mexico, golfing with Mike Sweeney, among others, so I'm sure that Sweeney was the first to give Doc a hug.

This brings me to the point and my idea. Why are the players getting phone calls on the golf course? Television airs awards shows all of the time, most of them are utter nonsense. Why not have a post season baseball awards show on TV that distributes all of the awards at the same time rather than over a two week span?

New York would be the obvious choice to hold this event but I don't think so. In all fairness, let whatever city that hosts the All Star Game in that particular year, be the host of the award presentation. Any city that has a major league team, surely has appropriate theatre houses. For example, if the event was to occur here in Philadelphia, we could use the Kimmel Center or the Academy of Music.

It would be a festive red carpet event. Black tied ballplayers could show off their sparkly rings, if they had them, along with their sparkly wives in their designer couture. To host the show, my choice would be Hall of Fame broadcaster, Vin Scully. He's the only one left who can call a decent game. If not him, then the broadcaster of the host city.

The first award would be the Jackie Robinson Rookie of the Year Award. Have a former Rookie of the Year present this award or better yet, last year's recipient. The top three or five nominees would be announced while video of said nominees were played on background monitors. The winner would go on stage, receive his award, make a short speech thanking me for having this great idea or his teammates...whatever. If the winner is unable to attend, his manager, coach, or teammate may accept it for him.

I firmly believe that the Rookie of the Year needs to be divided into two separate categories: hitters and pitchers. Last year, JA Happ was deserving, but was overlooked due to the fact the he did not play every day. This year it was Jaime Garcia of the Saint Louis Cardinals. When hitters and pitchers are lumped into the same category, it's usually advantage: hitter.

Next up would be the Louisville Silver Slugger awards. This one could take a while because there would be eighteen winners. Have a former winner who is retired from the game present this award, position by position. For example, Don Mattingly (1985-1987) could present the first basemen their awards. Dale Murpy (1982-1985) could present to all of the outfielders.

Time for a break. We've given out twenty awards by now. How about a little musical entertainment? Bronson Arroyo thinks he plays a mean guitar. Maybe not. Bernie Williams?

The next category is the Rawlings Gold Glove. Just like the Silver Sluggers, there will be eighteen winners. They can also be given out in the same format, from former recipients who are retired from the game. This allows the generations to intermingle. As thrilling as it might be to win one of these awards, just imagine receiving it from a legend, like Mike Schmidt or Hank Aaron. This also allows the viewers watching at home to see some of their childhood heros and reminisce these memories with their children.

The rest of the awards would be given to a member in each league: The Hank Aaron Award, Comeback Player of the Year, DHL Delivery Man of the Year, Manager of the Year, and the granddaddies of them all, MVP and Cy Young.

The Roberto Clemente Award is only given out to one player for commitment to the community and understanding the value of helping others.

Having a special evening for these awards would make it more memorable for the players, their families and the fans. It could raise revenue in the host city from hotels and restaurants. Real fans could attend this special evening. C'mon, you know you would go, given the opportunity. So let's go Bud Selig and MLB Network, get on it.



Katie Casey

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Angels in the Outfield



Baseball’s over. Jay Wrizight don’t give two shits about football, politics or the fact LeBron ended up in San Francisco. I’ve got a lot of time on my hands. While everyone is discussing the BCS, lame ass eagles, green tea bag party or some retarded dunk some clown did after take 7 steps, I’m left to ponder the universe and my small part in it. A year ago, I lost a dear friend, Joe or Poppa Squirrel as he was sometimes called. He spent his life as a chef. He fought a long and hard battle against pancreatic cancer. Most people who get pancreatic cancer die within six months. Gene Upshaw and Patrick Swayze were diagnosed after and died before Poppa Squirrel. 

When I’d go to visit him in the hospital, he’d always turn the Phillies game for me. He wasn’t a diehard fan but he could hold an intelligent conversation about the Phillies. I would tell him I can watch the game at home and he’d get all sarcastic and say,” Well, I can watch it here. Look! I got the remote right here!”   Before he was sick, he could make a meal that make you drool thinking about it a week later. One of the things I believe happen when you get to heaven is that you get ALL the answers to the questions you always wondered about like, “Did Lee Harvey Oswald work alone? If Drew Barrymore was walking down the same street as me would I have a chance? Did Courtney or Kurdt write the songs for Hole?”

When I get to see Joe again these are the top nine (baseball related) questions I will be asking:

9. How hard did Walter Johnson actually throw? There are claims he threw over 100MPH but when you see any video, he has and easy and relaxed sidearm toss to the plate.

8. What incriminating photos did Greg Amzinger and Chris Wheeler have to work in baseball as long as they did?

7. Why was Cliff Lee’s Phillies cap missing the metal “beanie” on the top? Most people think I am fucked up because I’d even notice this. I just want to know.

6. If Bartman doesn’t try to make that catch, would it change anything?

5. How great would Bo Jackson have been if he only played baseball?

4. If Babe Ruth remained a pitcher, how many games would he have won? He had 89 wins with the Red Sox in basically 3 seasons. He only pitched in 22 games combined his first and last year in Boston.

3. Did Pete Rose ever bet against his team? I have no problem with Rose being in the Hall of Fame as long as he never bet against his own team.

2. Was Joe Jackson involved in the Black Sox Scandal? He always claimed he was innocent and his batting average was higher during the World Series than the regular season. He is still on baseball’s ineligible list.

1. If steroids were never involved, who would have been the best player of the early 90’s? If it’s Ryne Sandberg I might set the record for the shortest stay in heaven when I find Paul Owens and choke his ass out.  Of course, as I’m being escorted out, Joe, holding a plate of chicken parm will blurt out, “Oh, so you want that to go? Ya shmuck.”


Joe, I’ll see ya in heaven, hopefully later rather than sooner.

Jay Wrizight

This article is dedicated to Joseph D Rifkin, R.I.P.

Monday, November 15, 2010

HOW I GOT HERE


 Grab a Drink, I'm Rambling On...

My parents were quite older than most of my friends' parents. They grew up during the Depression. My father never played sports, he was always working. My father never watched sports on TV, when he wasn't working, he puttered around the house. He always had something to do. He wasn't a workaholic or a neat freak, he took his time. It relaxed him. He did his chores, mowed the lawn, tended his garden with a smile, a smoke and a beer. He wasn't much for TV because he didn't grow up with it. I, however, am an only child and the TV was my best friend!

  This is the mid-'70s, before Cable, when you actually had to get up and turn the knob* to one of the three main channels. Yes, I said (3) three! Well, there were also a few UHF* channels, if you were lucky, but they came in snowy.* This was a big ass television encased in wood. If you were wealthy, you might have had a hi-fi* on either side of the TV, also encased in wood. This was some serious furniture. Society was not disposable during this period. You didn't get a new TV if your current one broke. A repairman came to the house and fixed it. Most frequently, it was a blown tube. (Today's TVs no longer house tubes.)

  My Depression-Era parents were not going to purchase a new TV when there was nothing wrong with the one we had. The problem for me was it was black and white! Yes, I grew up watching a black and white TV. My parents considered this a luxury, not a necessity. I should be grateful to have a TV. They never had a TV, they were happy listening to the radio when they were my age. So this ungrateful child, with a black and white shiny box emitting from a huge clunky credenza prominently displayed in the living room, made a wish. Every year at my aunt's house, surrounded by cousins in damp bathing suits singing loudly and off-key, I would make the same wish as I blew out the candles. Finally, after three years of birthday wishes, Santa brought us a brand new color TV (naturally, it was encased in wood)!

  Go ahead, refresh your cocktail. Go grab another beer. I'll wait for you. I know, I know, I'm rambling on...
 
Okay, now where was I? So I'm enjoying all of my favorite shows 'in living color'. I even enjoyed the summer reruns because I could now watch them for the first time in color. I even saw The Brady Bunch before it was a rerun. As most of you know, the heat and humidity in the summer is brutal. If we were not down the shore or at my aunt's pool, I stayed inside with the cool comforts of the air-conditioning. On Sunday afternoons the only thing to watch on TV were old black and white movies (I don't think so) or the Phillies playing on luminous green AstroTurf. I was hooked! Although I didn't really know anything about baseball, I received an entertaining education from Harry Kalas and Richie Ashburn. My father didn't know much about baseball or any of the Phillies' players, so EVERYTHING that I know was from listening to Harry and Whitey. You could feel their love of the game and each other through the TV. Fortunately for me, this was the beginning of what was to be the trifecta of National League East Championships.

  I would sit and listen and watch. At that time not all of the games were televised. I was so addicted that I would never miss a game, even if i had to listen to nine innings on static-y AM radio.

  I was riveted as Harry with his smooth silky tones would lead Richie into one of his  old yarns of his playing days. Not only was I learning the game of the present day, I was learning history from one of baseball's past stars who had first person real accounts of that very history. You could feel the love that they both had for the game and for each other. You could hear the lighters flicking as pipes or cigars were attempting to be lit. You could hear the passion in Harry's voice as he called Davy Lopes out, no, can you believe it!? That was Black Friday but there were many more colorful days and fascinating stories involved in my baseball education.
 
A lot of kids have hopped on the bandwagon over the past four years. It's an exciting time to be a Phillies' fan. But how many will remain once age has caught up with our All Stars? Will the consecutive sellouts in CBP continue as players get traded, retire, become free agents or management suddenly gets cheap? How will the Phillies maintain their new fan base?
 
I hopped on the bandwagon in 1976 and haven't gotten off. I was devastated in 1979 when we were crippled with injuries and finished fourth. By then, I had a true love of the game and rooted for the Pirates in the World Series. Oh, how I miss that cross state rivalry. This season reminded me so much of that year. By the time Ryan Howard hurt his ankle in August, I must admit, I thought that was the final straw. How we came back to have the best record in baseball is beyond me. It's what makes this sport so great.

  By the mid to late 80's, let's face it, the Phillies sucked. I still watched because I fell in love with Harry and Richie. You may see something that you never saw before. You never knew where one of Richie's stories would go. There were also some individual records for players. Some people get emotional or depressed when they have a milestone birthday...30, 40, 50. That never bothered me, well I haven't turned 50 yet. Who cares as long as the party is good and there is plenty of booze. The thing that got to me, that made me feel old, like an official grownup was the retiring of Mike Schmidt. He was the last one left of the team that I called my own. I was no longer a rookie fan. I had followed an entire career of a Hall of Famer. I was now older than some of the players. I could answer most of the trivia questions that Harry asks Richie.

  ...and I could buy my own damn TV!

  So how did you become a fan? How long have you been a fan? Let us know, we all want to know about your first time.

  Katie Casey

  *ask your parents or grandparents.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

George Brett: A Perfect A-Hole


For those of you who have moved onto other sports, there is still plenty of good baseball programming on the MLBNetwork. Now I'm not one to endorse something without getting paid however, the MLBNetwork is the best thing to happen to TV since color (more on that later) and TiVo. On Friday, Inside Studio 42 with Bob Costas, had it's season premiere. Now, I love me some Bob Costas. He's intelligent without being condescending. He asks questions that I would ask. He's smooth. His voice doesn't irritate me. He's still hot as he's aging. My only problem with him is the hair dye. Yeah, I get it, he's on TV and needs to look good. But I prefer a manly man. Hell, I've never dyed my hair so why would I like a guy who does? For the record, I do not have any gray hair and I'm over 40. Then again, I don't have children or keep men around longer than their expiration date.

Hall of Famer, George Brett of the Kansas City Royals, was this week's guest. The current Royals may be the worst team in the American League but back in Brett's day, they were quite successful. They were the American League's mirror image of the Phillies. Both teams were in the playoffs in 1976, 1977, 1978. They both failed to reach the postseason in 1979, but faced each other in the 1980 World Series.  The third basemen of both teams won the MVP in their respective leagues. While I reminisce about both of these Hall of Fame third baseman, I can't stop thinking about their asses.

Mike Schmidt might have had THE best ass in all of MLB!  It wasn't flat. It wasn't bony. It wasn't too fat. It was a perfect bubble butt. For a white guy, he had a sweet ass. That's the only way that I can think to describe it. Check out his statue at the third base entrance at CBP for a quick reminder of his sweet seat.

George Brett discusses his ass with Bob Costas. During the 1980 World Series, Brett developed hemorrhoids while in Philadelphia. I have some inside scoop in the medical community. During the World Series this year, a doctor friend of mine told me a story about these famous hemorrhoids. A colleague of his was the first doctor to examine Brett. As an avid Phillies fan, he was not about to let this ass stand in the way of the Phillies first World Championship. The good doctor told his patient to soak the area and treat it with Preparation H. Brett and the Royals got a second opinion from a doctor who didn't know who he was and treated him with a more aggressive approach...he got snipped.

It's a great interview and Brett freely discusses this topic with genuine humor. The following spring, Brett had them surgically removed. The surgeon told him that he now has a perfect a-hole.

The last two segments, Brett is joined by fellow Hall of Famer Goose Gossage. I thoroughly enjoyed this program and think that most fans will, whether they are reminiscing or learning of this era for the first time. The MLB Network will show this again on Monday, November 15th at 1pm and 4pm, so set your DVRs.

Next Friday, Bob's guests will be Hall of Famers Rod Carew and Tony Gwynn.  



Katie Casey

Friday, November 12, 2010

SO, WHATCHA DOIN?


The leaves are falling and blowing in the street. The trees are becoming more bare in each passing day. Oh, and the days are already shorter. We had our extra hour of slumber last weekend. What to do now that baseball season is over.

Most people are already deep into football by now. Not me, it's too barbaric. The players have to wear helmets so they don't get hurt against their opponent. It takes an entire week for their bodies to recover to play another game. No thanks.

Hockey season is also well underway. I remember those special times when Kate Smith sang God Bless America. We were chanting "1, 2, 3, 4, who the hell is Bobby Orr!" Dave Schultz recorded a song titled, "Baby, how long will you keep me in the penalty box?" Why do I still know all of the words to that song? Bad music does that to you. I tried to love the Broad Street Bullies, really I did. It's just too fast for me. I can never seem to follow the puck. It makes me dizzy. It's a total buzz kill trying to find that damned puck, besides, I'm a redhead and don't look good in orange.

That leaves us with basketball. Some prefer college to pro, but March Madness doesn't start until March, and that's when all of the excitement begins. Everyone 'gets' basketball. Mostly everyone has played basketball at one time or another, in gym class at high school or at the local playground. Hell, you got a ball...you can even play with yourself. I used to like basketball but the times and the fashions have changed. Where are they going in those big 'ol drawers? Whatever happened to those tight little shorts that Dr. J filled out so nicely? The buzz kill in basketball: the screeching of sneakers on the wooden floor. The only other sound that is more annoying is Chris Wheeler saying, "No doubles defense."

Let me know what you are up to until pitchers and catchers report in February. Do you watch all sports? Are you a junky for competition? What sport is your true love? Leave me a comment! I tell you about how I got into the Phillies, next time...

Katie Casey

Thursday, November 11, 2010

It's a Wrap

On Tuesday, Major League Baseball began handing out its postseason awards, so I’d like to give my thoughts plus take a look at my preseason predictions. First, The playoffs. I said the Rangers, Rays, Yankees and Twins would make the playoffs in the AL. Check, check, check and check. I did, however, qualify my Twins pick saying they’d make it if they went out and got a closer to replace Joe Nathan. They got Matt Capps. In the NL, I said the Phillies, Cardinals, Giants and Braves would pop the champagne. Three out of four ain’t bad. The Cardinals held a slight lead in the Central midway through the season but stunk up the joint in the second half. The Phillies sleeping bats and Cliff Lee ending up in Texas put the kibosh on my Phillies-Rays World Series rematch.

On the individual awards front, I said Roy Halladay would win the NL Cy Young. I see no reason to stray from the opinion now. The same goes with Felix Hernandez in the AL, although his win total may cause some voters to look elsewhere. I’m standing by the King though. I didn’t fare so well with the MVPs. Both Hanley Ramirez and Evan Longoria had sub par years by their standards. I think Joey Votto should win the NL MVP. Josh Hamilton had a great season but a September injury may cost him the award, but he’d get my vote. As for Rookies of the Year, I predicted Jason Heyward and Austin Jackson. Both had solid years, but not spectacular, which may have kept the door open for Buster Posey and Neftali Feliz. As for managers of the year (I did not have preseason predictions for this category) I think the NL awards should go the Charlie Manuel or holding together a team decimated by injuries and putting up the highest win total, but Bud Black will win it with the turn around in San Diego. As for the AL, I’d vote for Ron Gardenhire. Nathan missed the season. Morneau missed the second half. The Twins won the AL Central easily. Besides, I refuse to vote for the junkie in Texas. Buck Showalter deserves some votes, as he managed the Orioles to the best record in the AL East after in the time span after he took over, but he only managed half a season.

The Silver Slugger and Gold Glove awards have already been announced. The Phillies only got one award. Shane Victorino won his 3rd Gold Glove. I gave up on Gold Gloves when Bobby Abreu won one. He gave as much effort in the field as a crack head stripper gives for a lap dance when she has a rock in her duffel bag and her rent prepaid for the next two months.

In my miscellaneous section, I said breakout stars would be Billy Butler from KC and Everth Cabrera of SD. Butler started out like gangbusters but cooled off. He had a decent year. Cabrera hurt his hamstring early in the season which isn’t a particularly good thing for a speedster. He never recovered. I, also, said Adrian Beltre would have a monster comeback season. He did. And Edwin Jackson would be a bust in Arizona. He was. I predicted CC Sabathia would succumb to injury and only post 11 wins. He had 21, but did have surgery already this off-season, so I was kinda right. Kind of.

All in all I had a pretty spectacular beat on this season, but I’d trade them all in if I could have just gotten my World Series Champions guess right. (The Fightins)

Don’t forget to check out the Drunk Phils Fans page throughout the winter as I will still be posting.

See ya at the Blog.

Jay Wrizight
jaywrizight@yahoo.com

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

They try to make me go to replay & I say NO NO NO!

During the winter meetings the MLB big wigs will discuss expanding Instant Replay. Bud Selig will implore "For the good of the game" clause. Another Bud blunder in the making. It's amazing the growth the game has experienced with this ass clown at the helm. I digress, today's topic would be replay. It would be terrible for the game. Here is why.

During Sunday's Eagles game Jason Avant just missed getting into the end zone on a pass play. Big Red threw a challenge flag. The call was upheld and the Birds ran a QB sneak with the dog killer. The call on the field was a touchdown. The Colts challenged the call and got a reversal. One play was run in 24 minutes for real time. It's an absolute joke how replay in the NFL brings the game to a screeching halt. Football has 10 minutes of actual action. Replay has turned a 3 hour 15 minute game into a 4 and 1/2 hour affair. Baseball has tried to speed up the game, replay would be a major step back. What's next to speed up the game? Is Steve Trachsel coming out of retirement?

As bad as everyone thinks the Major League Umpires suck, think again. They are by far the best officials in the four major sports. If you watched the Eagles/Colts game you know the NFL refs have no idea what they are doing. It is not their fault. They are throwing more flags because the league had directed them to, it's obvious. It's a huge mess. NHL refs? What they call a penalty in the first period is not in the third period. In OT it's 'No decapitation, no foul'. The NBA refs? They bet on games so it's kind of like the WWE, predetermined. The MLB umps get it right a vast majority of the time. They need to make a call on every pitch. The strike zone needs to have some consistency that's a given but replay won't be used for that. They get the close calls at first base right 999 times out of 1,000. Jim Joyce blew a call at the worst possible time but they have that call dialed in. Even when you think they blew one the replay usually shows they got it right.

Baseball has had the fewest rules changes of any major sport over the last 100 years for good reason. It is a close to perfect as a sport can get. As much as you want to 'fix' baseball Mr. Selig it's fine as is. Bad calls are part of the game, let's keep it that way.

Keep it Classy Philly!

DB29

Monday, November 1, 2010

Phillies Suggestion Box

My depression is finally lifting. The loss to an inferior Giants team was tough to take. The Fightin' Phils were set up to win their third World Series and second in three years. I guess that's baseball, the best team doesn't always win. Now a bunch of so called fans want to break up this team. Trade this guy, trade that guy. The clamoring for Cliff Lee is starting again. I have seen some crazy threads all over Face Book, here are some of the wackiest. "Give some of Ryan Howard's money to Jayson Werth." I think the 'Big Piece' might have something to say about that, let alone the players union. "Trade Ryan Howard for Cliff Lee." Another nugget of wisdom, if the Phils want Cliff Lee all they have to do is pay him since he's a free agent. The idiotic comments go on and on. The bright side is Ruben Amaro isn't going to listen to any of these hair brained schemes. The Phillies have come a long way since the days that Bill Giles referred to them as a small market team. I have faith that they will make the right moves in the off season and field another championship caliber team next year. Although it's a good thing the organization turns a blind eye to the fans when it comes to personnel decisions, they may listen to other suggestions concerning the experience at Citizens Bank Park. Let me elaborate.

Security needs to lighten up. During game 6 I saw a guy in front of me get hassled for cheering too loud. Are you kidding me? The Phils were playing for their playoff lives, you would think they would want it as loud as possible. The guy wasn't cursing, just trying to fire people up. Someone in the section had to complain. If you want to sit on your hands stay home during the playoffs, it's going to be wild and loud. If you want a quiet night at the park go to a Nationals game when they aren't playing the Phillies.

Who is in charge of the 'Jumbo Tron'? They must program it in the beginning of the year and forget about it. Same lame trivia questions. If you go to 5 games a year you will know the answers. 'Flex Cam'? 'Citizens Seven'? If you ever see someone rip off the cheap T Shirt and throw down the crappy bag they hand out that's me. Freshen the between innings distractions, they need it.

I know my next idea my be blasphemy but it needs to be done. It's time for the Phanatic to retire. Give him a huge party and send him back to the Galapagos Islands. He had the worst playoffs of anybody. His game 1 skit was the ump is a cheerleader in disguise. Never saw that one before. His act is so tired. The game 6 'Phanatic Dance' was the worst one ever, and that's saying something. He had a Michael Jackson impersonator who was a worse dancer than me. And I'm the guy who hangs by the bar at weddings and gets a load on. It was truly sad. So let's say thanks to the Phanatic and say goodbye. It's time.

Keep it Classy Philly!

DB29