Ya know, I'm a newcomer in a city full of fervor when it comes to their sports teams and though I can't stop loving the Pistons to get behind the 76ers, I am willing to give the Phillies a chance because I'm just starting a love affair with watching baseball. I can't help it.
I went to my first major league game last summer. It was a hot day in July, I was with a crew of my favorite people from Kalamazoo and we were yelling like banshees from the nosebleed section off the third baseline in Comerica park in Detroit. The Tigers were having their first good season in ages and I was in heaven. What's not to love when it comes to hot dogs, overpriced beer, running, hitting, sliding, sunshine, yelling obnoxiously and sitting with people you enjoy?
The thing is, fellas, c'mon, how do you start a season like THIS and expect me to get behind you? Sure, I'm looking forward to seeing Ryan Howard's allure, but give me some depth in your team please so I can yell rude things to the other team knowing my team is better.
In short my sweet Phillies, step up to the plate and show me some suga or I'm sticking with my Tigers...even if it means I'll be chancing death from violent Philadelphia sports fans.
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