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Written by Mike Mariano
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Thursday, 05 November 2009 01:15 |
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If I learned anything in winning the World Series last season, it taught me nothing about how to deal with losing one. Watching a season slip away after coming so close spawned some emotions that I have never dealt with as a Phillies fan. It takes everything I have to fight off the bitter and spiteful hatred I have for the Yankees right now and congratulate them on definitively being the best team in baseball.
I’m torn about this Yankees team despite all there is to hate about them, there is so much to admire. Enraged and disappointed, I came back to earth when I saw Jeter and Mariano find each other during the celebration and hug like brothers. Those are two baseball players that I have more respect for that any other guys in the league. Watching Derek Jeter play is one of those things that I won’t forget and I’ve spent the majority of my life despising the Yankees. Mo is another guy that is so historically great and likeable that it takes some of the sting out of this loss.
Now that the series is over most of all, I’m proud of my Phillies. If you’d have told me three years ago that we’d win the World Series and then take the title defense all the way to the World Series (against the Yankees no less) I’d have been ecstatic. That’s why it’s so tough for me to let tonight bother me. Don’t get me wrong, watching the title slip away was excruciating, but the way the game played out game me some time to prepare for the depression and honestly, it’s not that bad. I’ve had more fun watching Chase, Jimmy, Howard, Werth, Shane, Cole, Brad, and Cliff than I ever would’ve dreamed not so long ago. I’ve sang “High Hopes” down Broad Street and hugged complete strangers in pure joy. I’ve got the World Champs gear and I got to go toe to toe with all my buddies from home who’re big Yankees fans. All in all, it was an awesome run and I’d give anything for the Phillies to keep it rolling next season.
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