The Phillies and the the Rays for all the marbles. Hands up, those who saw this one coming..
Funny, but when I think of the Philadelphia Phillies, I think more of the 1980 version than the one that crumbled to the Blue Jays in 1993. There was something kind of cool about Tug McGraw, Steve Carlton, Mike Schmidt and Pete Rose but also something kind of common and dirty.
That era of Philadelphia sports seemed to optimize the grungy nature that seems to exude from their sports teams - no Philly team has ever been accused of “too much finesse”.
I suppose that really fits a city with a strong - notoriously obnoxious - working class.
They say about New York City: If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. I would amend that slightly for Philadelphia: If you can make it there, you obviously have excellent survival skils.
And, just so everyone thinks I hate Philadelphia - I don’t, more accurately the town scares the crap out of me - the city has produced the best in at least one category: mascots. While there are other pretend chickens and crabs and songbirds the Philly Phanatic is tres bien, occupying lofty space in the highest echelon of dressed-up creatures. The Phanatic has that slight evil nature and the obligatory potty humor that makes the concept of mascots (theoretically ) bearable.








