9:58 pm South Philly—
Whooos, horns honking, somebody hitting what sounds like a cowbell…
we don’t have a TV and didn’t get around to see if it was streaming on-line, but we can always tell what’s happening in a ball game that really matters by the noise in the street. As the New York Times live blogger says “And after 98 seasons of failure in the four major sports, Philadelphia has a championship.”
(Jim reading little bits and pieces of Silliman’s The Alphabet out loud: “Nowhere are the yellow ribbons of the Gulf War larger or more plastic than at the gas station.”)
I had this idea all day that if the Phillies didn’t win the World Series, Obama wouldn’t win the election. Now I feel better.
Girls screaming, guys bellowing tenor phillllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssss
like Marlon Brando moaning Stellllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa in Streetcar.
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
(the firecrackers, fireworks, and the first sirens, begin…)
Silliman: “P=H=I=L=A=D=E=L=P=H=I=A” !!!!!!!!!
There go some (cop? news?) helicopters overhead.
Congrats! I can here the cheers all the way up in Montreal.
Go peeps.
Go Obama.
SPORTS: zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZ………..