Saturday, September 13, 2008

Phils phood (UPDATE)


Woo-hoo. The sun is shining and it's game-on.

I'm headed to the Phils game this afternoon with my Uncle Fran, the funniest and most awesome person on the planet, and we have great seats. (Thanks, Walt. You rock.)

Uncle Fran is a South Philly native, as well as a diehard Phils fan. He's so much fun to hang with. On the phone this morning, we've started plotting stadium eats: Probably split a Tony Luke's pork sandwich (if the line isn't out-of-control) ...peanuts....a dog.....and definitely a beer (or two ....)

I'm driving, he's bringing the Tums.

Go Phils! Isn't September b-ball great?

UPDATE: Hey, wait a minute, where's the sun?? C'mon Mother Nature, don't rain on my parade. Uncle Fran and I are psyched and - Hamels is pitching today.....Have a heart...
UPDATE II Sunday: What a game! Hamels pitched and Rollins had a 2-run home run! Phils win it 7-3 and the Mets LOST. Life is good.

Uncle Fran was a blast - and he seemed to know everyone at the game. Our favorite expression when he ran into someone he knew: "What are you doing here?"

("Classic South Philly line," my uncle said. "I guess they forget this is a baseball stadium.")

It was a little humid at first, but then it turned into a beautiful afternoon/evening. We skipped the Tony Luke's - is there ever NOT a line at the darn stand? Besides, Uncle Fran and I like to go to John's Roast Pork, not too far from his house, so we weren't missing much... But we did load up on dogs and peanuts and really good Oktoberfest beer - not sure who made it - Uncle Fran got the beer, while I stood in a short line for the dogs and peanuts.

Double-header today. (On Sunday.) Just an FYI: the T-shirt hawkers already were outside Citizens Bank Park in full-force touting merchandise for the upcoming Eagles-Dallas match-up. Some of the sayings on the shirts were about as, uh, colorful and as offensive as you'll find.... especially the dude who didn't have a hard time finding a word to rhyme with Romo....and didn't mind shouting it at the top of his lungs.

Classic South Philly...

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