Past Lives: Who Were You Before?

This post could be the one that pushes me into either crazy territory or a relatable one.  I’m supposed to be truthful and share who I am in this blog, so I’ll get on with it.

Do you believe in past lives? Whether your religion abides by this belief or not, it might have crossed your mind.

I wasn’t raised to believe that we were reborn but there is something in me that leads me to believe that maybe I’ve been here on earth before. I don’t know who I was or where I was born. I don’t even know when I was here or how many times. I know that there are things I’ve been drawn to since I was a child, and these feelings drew me despite the fact that my family never led me there.

I grew up Irish/German Catholic, in America and in the 80’s. I have had a subconscious fear of someone stealing my shoes since I was a child and I’ve been drawn to 30’s and 40’s music even before my peers went through a rap and bad pop phase. I have however, since the time I began school, had a fascination with the Holocaust.  I’m not going to sit here and say this means anything, nor will I claim any actual connection to this time, but it’s a very odd feeling. I longed for Continue reading

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What It’s Like to Be Apart of a Philadelphia Sports Team

Phanatic Fans

Welcome to Philadelphia.  We are truly passionate about our sports and anyone who tells you otherwise has never attended a game here.  If they have, they haven’t attended many games in any other cities, because they’d know the difference.  Philadelphians take losses, bad trades and any negative press Philadelphia teams produce quite personally.  We also put ourselves into the equation when discussing any local sports related topics.

“I can’t believe we won.”

“We had that game; I can’t believe we blew it.  I really thought we had it.”

A big loss doesn’t just stink, it ruins our day.  We have two major sports talk radio stations in town that have competitive ratings on the city’s radio dial, WIP and The Fanatic.  Most of us know the sportscasters by name; their typical skewed sports analysis tendencies and can provide great arguments in the car to and from most anywhere, and regarding any of the city’s major teams.  “We” are a major part of the Philly sports equation.  Press conferences are held to keep us happy and if you don’t give us the answers we want, and we aren’t shy about letting you know it (i.e. Andy Reid 2011).

I can give you the old routine and how we are fans because Santa was creamed with snowballs, but I wasn’t alive to witness that.  I am alive to hear my Dad talk about how he blew out his horn on his 6 month old car when the Flyers first won the Stanley Cup in 1974, amongst streakers and flipped cars.  I lived the Phillies World Series in 1993 and as a kid waited patiently in front of Mitch William’s house before and after the loss for something, anything to give us confidence and later appease the sadness.  In better times, we survived the Phillies riots after the World Series win in 2008 and celebrated in the parade, where Broad Street was filled with passionate fans who seemed so proud, you’d have thought each individual person threw the last pitch instead of Lidge.  Just as important, we joined together as a city in despising Joe Buck for not only hating Philadelphia on a regular basis, but by also sounding so disappointed when “we” won that series.

There are simply too many heart wrenching moments to name when it comes to Philadelphia fan experiences and sometimes not enough proud ones.  Still, we wait on lists for season ticket packages and watch each game, whether we are disheartened by repeat losses, injuries, management decisions or not, because we never turn our backs on family.  I, for one know I spent more hours with Harry Kalas then some people in my family.

Man, I can’t wait for baseball season to start.