I ❤ the Phillies. Specifically, I love going to games. A Team in Training friend of mine bought a group package of tickets to sell for a fundraiser, and I jumped on the opportunity to go to a game for a good cause. And interestingly, as I was sending email invitations around it turned out that my two biggest Phils-loving friends are women. And I don’t mean “love to go to games” Phillies fans (more like myself) – these two are the watch-all-the-games, crunch-the-stats kind of fans. And they hadn’t met before, so I was happy to get the three of us together for this game.
We got to the stadium for some tailgate really early, since the Flyers had a playoff game, too. Slowly the parking lot filled with tailgaters and games – corn hole, washers, that ladder thingy – and the weather was amazing. And our group grew to about 100.
My brother met up a little later, after we made it into the stadium. Then, we made friends with someone in the row in front of us – he was a Midwesterner traveling to Philly for work and decided on a whim to get a ticket to the game. We took him under our wing, and by the end of the night he told us that Philly was his new favorite east coast city. We were so proud.
The Phils played a great game – three homeruns! – and then we bought T-shirts and headed out for a post-game beverage. And here comes my favorite moment of the night. So, earlier this week, during two separate games, fans ran on the field. The first was a 17-year-old kid who ended up being tased by security. The second schmo had a bag of weed in his pocket. Yes, hilarious. Oh, OK – here it is:
But back to my favorite moment of the night – there was a guy at the bar with a sign, and as soon as I saw it I RAN to him and got a photo.