The owners of Mikie's decided that they will also throw another Halloween party for Wednesday October 31. It will be 1/2 priced well drinks and spooktacular beer special! Jello shots will be out again, and there will be a shot special. Hopefully there won't be a 6'6 cousin of Sasquatch in a Pirate outfit at the bar this time.
October 2007 Archives
I've been bartending for about five years.
There have been good nights. Bad nights. Crazy parade days. Bad customers. Good customers. Wonderful tips. Slow shifts. Various tomfoolery.
Last Saturday was only what I could deem as a "Very troubling night."
It started off very normal. We had customers at the bar, but it was slow. Time crept by, and I was beginning to worry that our normally busy Halloween Spooktacular was going to be a bust.
Boy, was I wrong.
It was like someone turned on a light switch. It got busy all at the same time, around 10pm. Hordes of people started to come in. We had a DJ who was outstanding, but it was very, very loud. I had "regulars" who showed up at the bar, took one look at the enormous crowd, the loud music, and left. I don't blame them.
I was extremely busy. The same kind of busy that we have on St. Patrick's Day. Non-stop making drinks, lots of people drinking and even the manager & owner are behind the bar serving people. We had 5 people behind the bar at one point and were making drinks as fast as we could.
Here's a few choice moments of the night (read: annoying), with the best for last:
1. The place is jammed. Girl comes up asking for a "Watermelon Martini". I tell her we don't have that. She then starts to "think" a bit, rolling her eyes to the ceiling and says "ummmmm". I wait. I wait. I wait. The owner is right next to me, so I have to be nice. When the bar is going crazy, I just want to keep moving as fast as I can, and I can't say to her, "Bye!" with the owner there. I'm waiting for her and thinking how I want to reach across the bar and throttle her. For the record 99% of customers out there are considerate and good people. It's the 1% that really fire me up.
2. The customer who said, "There's not enough sugar on my lemon" when doing a lemon drop shot. Are you serious?
3. The comely girl who came in with a group of guys. She orders five shots of soco/lime, which were $2 each. She says, "Hey, this tasted a bit weak. How about two free shots for our group?" Are you fucking kidding me? Now, granted, she was fairly pretty (and i'm sure she knew it). Beauty gets you far in the world and five years ago when I was wet-behind-the-ears bartender I would have enjoyed her attention and poured her a extra shot. But now, i'm older, wiser, and have a cranky stomach. I smiled sweetly at her, and said, "You're cute. But you're not that cute." and served the next customer.
It's Halloween weekend!
If you are in the neighborhood, and out to have a good time, come to Mikie Squared at 616 Washington St. Last year was a blast, but I will sadly miss working with Francia in her schoolgirl outfit, of course.
I know Mikie's is doing the 1/2 priced drinks to those in costume, along with shot specials, prizes and they will have a DJ, with NO COVER AT THE DOOR. I expect it will be another busy night, so if you want to get in, i'd get to the bar early.
I do remember my first Halloween, I was Casper The Friendly Ghost. I remember being very excited about that costume, too. I also remember that the day of Halloween was really warm. Not sure why I remember that.
I also remember growing up all the warnings about getting apples with razor blades in them. It seemed like every year there was that stern warning about the infamous razor blades...in apples. Funny how times change, no one really even thinks to warn kids about that now because who gives out apples anymore?
I don't remember even getting any apples as a kid. I do remember our local neighborhood dentist would not give candy but gave out toothbrushes to all the kids. Toothbrushes.
Yes, on mischief night we would always target his house first. He had a white house, with aluminum siding and lots of egg stains.
I have noticed that at my old apartment on 6th and Garden that i'd rarely get kids stopping by. I really love Halloween, too. I will miss carving out pumpkins with the roommates.
What's your favorite candy?
That would be hard to pin just one down for me. I am an Aquarius, after all.
I think my #1 favorite would be M&Ms, chocolate or peanut. I just love that crunchy shell, and I like them cool, like they have been in a refrigerator all day.
100,000 bars are always welcome. I used to eat Sprees everyday at highschool. I would buy them at lunch, and have them hidden in my pockets to eat the rest of the day. Ooh, and chocolate covered pretzels are fantastic. If you have a chance go to Lepore's.
I'll see you this weekend!
I was on my way to work, going to the elevator.
I push the down button, and wait.
The elevator arrives, the door opens about 1/4 of the way, and then starts to shut.
I hear a woman's voice saying, "Whatt....?"
I quickly hit the down button again.
The elevator doesn't move. I don't hear it moving at all. I hear the woman pressing the buttons on her side and she says, "It's not opening...."
I wait a bit, then push on the outer door. It won't budge.
The girl starts to panic saying, "Oh my God. Oh my God. No."
I try to calm her down, but it really didn't work. I can hear her sobbing.
I get on my cell phone and call the police. They tell me they will call the fire department. The fire department arrives in about three minutes. The girl is on her cell phone sobbing to someone while the firefighters set up to open the door and get her out. Her husband/boyfriend arrives, just as they get the door open (with three people really working very hard to get it open). She gets out, thanks the firefighters and me. Also, to note, she was very pregnant. So now I understand why she was so frightened - I can only imagine the stress of being pregnant and then getting stuck in an elevator doesn't help. I'm sure images of her going into labor and stuck in an elevator flashed in her mind.
What impressed me the most was our city firefighters. First off, we take them for granted. If it wasn't for them, I would have been clueless what to do? Certainly I could have called the super, but there's no chance he and I could have done what they did. I was going to take a picture of them in action, but didn't think it was appropiate.
I was 45 minutes late for work, but what was I going to say to her, "Oh, sorry I have to go to work now, but the firemen are on the way..."
Well that way my excitement for the day, aside from my walk to work and witnessing NYC police busting two Crips near Greenwich Village. 5 police cars, and lots of onlookers.
Just another day in paradise...
Remember I wrote about Half-Life 2: The Orange Box in my last entry?
For you non-nerds, just stop reading now and read something else from my blog that you may have missed over my years and isn't my "Essential Entry". How about my Top 5 Embarassing Moments: High School? Or The Top 5 Memories Of My Father, for my relatives who haven't read it...
For those who enjoy video games, read on.
With my new hours at Corporation X, everything is closed at midnight. I can't food shop, and most of the places to eat are fast-food junk. With my gym routine, I prefer to eat healthier, and I wrote the other day about being a picky eater (interestingly enough, I read an article later that day about eating habits in The New York Times).
So my issue is that I want to eat healthier foods when I can. I want fresh food. I don't want to shop each afternoon for whatever i'm in the mood for, and I had to figure out the best method to solving my issue with the technology out there today.
I started to do some research about spoilage. I read up about freezing and defrosting meat and how it affects taste. My original plan was to buy meat fresh, divide it into individual portions, freeze them seperately in ziploc, then getting home from work and defrosting it in the microwave and then using the George Foreman grill.
As I was doing my research I read about freezer burn, which is caused when air comes into contact with meat and it isn't dangerous, but i'm kind of particular about things like that. Remember my Italy story??
My next purchase was "FoodSaver Advanced Design V2860". The first reason is that I wanted to avoid freezer burn and keep my chicken or beef as fresh as I could. Then I also remembered a conversation I had with the owner of Court Street, and how he told me one of his restaurant secrets: he vacuum sealed all of his food when it was delivered and froze individual portions for each dish. Had been doing it for at least ten years, which allowed him to keep an expansive menu, deliver fresh tasting food and keep his expenses down.
Plus this allows me to make the larger meals (like ones from a cookbook, that in the past i'd just give the leftovers to my roommates) and save them with the FoodSaver. I usually dread leftovers, but everything I read about the FoodSaver has been positive, and perfect for my situation.
I'll write it up and let you know how it goes. Do any of you own a FoodSaver? Any tips?
I bought two new videogames. One is Half Life 2: The Orange Box. The Team Fortress looks incredible, and fun. The next game is a an expansion pack of my favorite game Sid Meyer's Civilization 4, Called "Civilization 4: Beyond The Sword".
Eagles won on Sunday. Ugly win. It's going to be a long season unless something miraculous happens.
I drank quite a bit on Sunday, and with my new work hours at "Corporation X", I thought it wouldn't be a problem to just have a fun day of drinking, football, and then sleep it off. Boy, was I wrong.
One of the things that sucks about getting older is that i'm probably in the best physical condition of my life, but my body is still 35 years old. I simply can't drink like I did 10 years ago, my recovery and "bounce back" isn't the same. I was hurting Monday, and going into work was terrible. I was hungover - tired, cranky and nauseous the entire evening, but with each passing hour I felt a bit better. I missed the gym on Monday and Tuesday. Very annoying. I might have to switch to beers on Sundays and a "no shot" rule.
"Might" being the key word, ya know...
Walking around with your head in the clouds
Makes no sense at all
Sell yourself short, but you're walking so tall
Makes no sense at all
Is it important? You're yelling so loud
Makes no sense at all
Walking around with your head in the clouds
Makes no sense at all
Makes no difference at all
"Makes No Sense At All", Hüsker Dü (1985)
The headline and lyrics aren't following my train of thought, I was just listening to Hüsker Dü before writing this and thinking how much I like that song.
Last couple of days have been different. I organized a "Dipper's Reunion" on Thursday at OD's. I figured that since Chris is bartending on Thursday nights it would be a fun idea to get some of the old cats and kittens together for a night. It was fun. The picture above is me playing Beer Pong. I won 2 of 3 that night.
Last Friday I went to "Avenue" on 5th and Washington with my friends Tiffany and Bob. Avenue was formerly known as Da Vinci, and the new renovations are nice, if a bit spartan. I'll eat there a few more times before I write something more formal, but was dismayed that our entrees appeared before our appetizers and that it seemed our entrees were simply sent back to the kitchen, reheated in a microwave and served to us when we were finished our appetizers. After an experience like that, it makes it hard for me to want to go back there and try it again. But then again, the restaurant is new, and i'm very forgiving to new restaurants and it's the number one reason why anyone shouldn't review a restaurant until three months have passed. It gives the restaurant a chance to get their "legs" and everything in order.
Saturday was fun, as I wrote a few days ago, especially that I got a great crowd of old Dipper's regulars at the bar. There's really no way to describe to you, the reader, how awesome those years at Dipper's were. From the outsider, it would be like someone trying to tell you how great Greece was on your last trip. They don't get it. You have to understand that it was really like the TV show "Cheers". We weren't a popular bar, but we had a great core of regulars and bartenders that just make working there a blast. Everytime I would walk in that bar, every time, I would see someone I knew sitting at the bar.
Sunday I got to visit Jersey Gardens in Elizabeth. It is an outlet mall. Enormous. Bad idea to pick Sunday as a visit, because it was beyond packed. I knew I was in for a long day when I couldn't find a parking spot and had to wait for someone to leave and take their spot. My plan was simply to stop by the Nike store and pick up some shorts for the gym. That was easy enough, and I found three pairs of shorts for $20 each. I had a AMEX gift card for $50, so I used that and paid $10 for the three shorts. Sweet!
Yes, I have a different appreciation for money when I have a mortage now.
Tried to go to The Gap, but the register had a line 50 deep, and I wasn't interested in waiting 30 minutes to pay for my clothes. So I wandered a bit more, went to Chili's and had lunch. They make very delicious, but slightly too sweet, frozen margaritas. I had one, had lunch and wandered a bit more, checking out the local movie theater to see if any good movies were playing. None were.
At Corporation X they have me on a new shift, 4pm to 12am to work with the "second shift" (the department I work in is 24-7). I get home by 12:30am. Not having any restaurants open at that hour has caused a slight issue, because I do cook a bit, but I usually get food fresh that day to prepare my dinner if I don't get take out. I'm not used to buying meat like chicken or steak and keeping it in the fridge or freezer until I want to eat it. I'm not a big leftover fan. I'm very picky when it comes to eating. If I had a choice between eating something I wasn't "in the mood" for versus not eating, I usually won't eat. I bought a George Foreman Grill, and it should arrive tomorrow from Amazon. I wanted to be able to grill up chicken or beef fast when I got home from work. Nothing fancy, just looking to have chicken & rice or steak & potatoes.
It is funny to walk through Hoboken during the day. I have been at Corporation X for 13 years. Essentially I would be at a desk for the entire day, mostly taking my lunch at my desk. I walk though town and see so many people casually eating lunch at an outdoor cafe and think, "I wonder what kind of job you can have where you can do that..."
It's just so foreign to me. Another friend of mine works in sales. He would call me on the phone, from home, saying how he has to go see one client today, then is going to take a nap, and then maybe go golfing. Huh? WHAT? You can do that?
So now that i'm working the new shift, it's kind of cool to see the world so differently. I go to the gym at 1:30pm and work out for 2 hours and then go to work. Get home at 12:30, make something to eat, catch up on my Tivo recordings and then sleep for about 10 hours.
I wonder what Thursday or Friday will be like since I can essentially go out at midnight, drink for a few hours, sleep in and then go to work. Stay tuned, I guess.
We had a large crowd at Mikie Squared Saturday Night, and most were rooting the Phillies. There were a few people vigorously rooting the Rockies, and they weren't from Denver. They simply were enjoying clapping for the other team, smirking to each other when the Phillies fell behind and like a schoolyard bully simply revelled in what they thought was our misery.
Sadly, I can easily say that the haters can't be more mistaken.
The Phillies had a great, exciting season and ran into the Rockies, who simply were a hotter team.
I'm proud of how the Fightin's played this season, they won the NL East for the first time in 14 years, have a great young core team on offense and pitching (Rollins, Utley, Howard, Hamels, Kendrick...) and should be competitive for years to come. They remind me of the 2000 Eagles, who were, for years, a losing franchise. But the Eagles built up their team, bringing key building blocks to offense and defense with draft picks and free agent signings.
I'm very excited about the future of the Phillies, and do believe that for the foreseeable future that they will be in the NL East hunt.
We aren't sad. We aren't crushed. Phillies fans aren't crying over the playoff loss. I know this. We fans are simply happy with the great regular season, and certainly wished we got farther, but no one really expected that Jimmy Rollins' prediction during the offseason would have come true. This was a great season, just with some bonus games.
I was reading The Jersey Journal, and I love reading that site almost as much as I love reading personal ads. I read the stories and just have a running commentary in my head as I read them and I figure i'd share that with you today. Here's the headlines for the last week, a quick synopsis and my comments at the end:
"Apology fails to head off pot arrest" : A Stevens Institute of Technology student apologized to a cop for "just smoking weed" after she threw a joint into the Hudson River Tuesday night, police said.
Comment: Never smoke weed by the waterfront, too many people - the back streets are where it's at and less cops around! Also, how the hell did you start a pot cloud that everyone could smell, who the hell were you smoking with, Bob Marley's ghost? Remember the lessons from the movie "Friday": "Puff, puff, give."
"Knocked out on Hoboken street": A man was knocked out cold yesterday morning after a shouting match on a city street, police said.
Comment: There aren't enough details here, but the few things that stand out in my mind:
- The victim was yelling at a man, who was accompanied by a woman. Bad move. The attacker probably was more upset that someone was insulting him in front of his girlfriend and took action. If he was alone, he may have walked away.
- Clean-cut bald man of average height and 200 pounds. Any guy who shaves his head bald is usually losing his hair and they are very angry about that to begin with. Also bald guys think of themselves as tough guys, and will be more prone to fight than walk away.
- The victim, who admitted to cops having downed five drinks, did not know what had happened to him or what day it was, but did know his name, police reports said. Fucking amateurs! Five drinks and you get clobbered?! Not only were you stupid enough to pick the fight with the angry bald guy and his girlfriend, but you can't hold your drink and you got clowned in front of Texas Arizona. Nice job, idiot.
"Company laptop reported stolen in park": A New York businessman reported his laptop stolen from Columbus Park at around noon on Friday, police reports said.
Comment: People, people, please. You are in Hoboken, not Nebraska. "He told cops that he stepped away from his bag for a couple of minutes and when he returned the computer had vanished, police said." - you deserved to lose that laptop, dumbass.
"Hoboken starts construction on its own for vets memorial": The construction of the Hoboken World War II Memorial is finally under way - and veterans are thrilled.
Comment: All three of them are thrilled.
I kid! I kid! I have been recording, on my Tivo, Ken Burns "The War" and highly recommend it. It definitely gets me emotional when watching some of the footage and frankly amazed at what our troops did during the war. Interestingly enough, you also really get to see propaganda in action for the U.S. - we take our freedoms (especially of speech & the press) for granted today. There was ZERO free press during World War II.
"2 men charged in assault in Hoboken bar": A man was attacked Friday night at a city bar and may need plastic surgery, according to police reports.
Comment: I'm sure the victim started with: "Hey! Did you make fun of my capri pants? They are very much in fashion, along with my "Christian Audigier" and "Ed Hardy" shirts!!"
I don't know any locals who go to East LA. Walk by there on a Thursday or Friday and it looks like someone built an underground tunnel to Jersey City or East Orange and started the Underground Guido Railroad. I blame the victim in this case for going to East LA in the first place. Also learn a lesson here. If you ever are dumb enough to get into a fight, just use your fists. Breaking a bottle, using a chair, any object used will add about 2 years jail on top of an assault charge. Of course i'm sure both the victim and attackers were stone cold sober.
"Arrest after nasty end to cab ride": A taxi passenger who racked up a $50 fare from Manhattan Saturday assaulted a cop after two officers tried to help the driver collect the fare, police reports said.
Comment: You older readers know about my taxi rules in New York from my Quirks Of Hoboken entry, but maybe the newer readers need a refresher course. I can get from 72nd Street in Manhattan to Hoboken for $35 at 4am in NYC. How? Each cab comes up and you slur "I need to get to Hoboken and I only have $35!" they say "NO! $50!" you say, "Sorry, I don't have that much..." and slowly walk away looking for another cab and repeat. Either the cabbie drives away, or says "Ok, ok. Fine. $35."
Of course this clown was drunk and full of pride. Hiding in a boiler room? Nice. Your roommate paying $30 and you $18? Yep, you must be doing real well for yourself. Lunging at the cabbie in front of the cops? Awesome! Hitting a cop with your elbow? Well, have fun in prison, you tool.
"Crack charge after evidence swallowed": A man was arrested on cocaine charges after swallowing the evidence Sunday morning, police said.
Comment: I read this and I always think about what will happen to this criminal. Thrown into prison, and how is that helping? I'm not a bleeding heart liberal, and I know plenty of people who have the "lock them up and throw away the key attitude". I just think that prisons should be created for each type of crime: Violent crime Prison (murder, forcible rape, robbery, aggravated assault, and simple assault), Property Crime Prison (burglary, larceny, theft, motor vehicle theft, arson, shoplifting, and vandalism), Public Order Crime Prison (a bit more vague, but basically targets addicts, prostitutes & other public order crimes). Why? Well if someone steals a car and you throw them into a cell with a 250 pound rapist or murderer - we are not creating someone who exits prison as a reformed person, but as something even worse when they get out.
Over the last three days I have heard from various Giant fans about how happy they were on Sunday that they dominated the Eagles.
I have heard from various fans. Some are more rational about how they won, some are completely irrational. The rational fans I talk to agree about certain key reasons why they won, noting that the Giants anemic offense was just enough to win. The irrational fans see the game in a different light, as if they won 36-3, not 16-3. I note that the Eagles had something like double digit penalties that game, along with the 12 sacks. I think if anything I take away is that the Eagles weren't prepared and that falls on the shoulders of Andy Reid.
Here's a few thoughts I had about Sunday...
- We didn't have Brian Westbrook, which allows your defense to be more aggressive and he is our #1 pass blocker. Did you see Reno Mahe get run over by your defense in blitzes? Reno is a guy who we picked up as a free agent for special teams, and simply was out matched.
- Add to that Winston Justice was replacing our pro-bowl OT William Thomas (formerly Tre Thomas). I'm not taking away from what Osi did, but you have to consider that Justice was also not ready for this. I blame Andy Reid for not adjusting for the mauling going on there, but it wasn't just Osi who was sacking McNabb.
- Two key pro-bowlers missing on our offense helped the Giants defense play very well and aggressive. Again, not to take away from the Giants defense, but I think it would have been a completely different offense if we had our players in there and healthy.
- What was Eli's numbers? 14 for 26, 135 yards 1 TD, 1 int. Ward rushed for 80 yards on 19 attempts.
- Pro-bowl Dawkins out, Pro-Bowl Lito Sheppard out, we have 2 of 4 starters in the secondary out. We still limited the Giants to 16 points, and we couldn't have been as aggressive as we wanted to be with those two starters out. William James had a key pass interference penalty on the 3 yard line that killed us.
- Giants offense did just enough to win the game, especially the special teams work by Feagles to pin us twice on the 5 yard line. We had two Pro-Bowl starters out on defense, and that was a key issue for the Eagles. Eli did his old "just enough to win" passing and i'm still not impressed with him. He should have picked us apart, and he didn't.
To the Giant fans, hey, congrats. You won a good game, and deserved to win. But I think this would have been a completely different game if we didn't have 5 of our Pro Bowl players benched due to injuries. Next game at the Linc, I think if we have all our players back and you have your players, it will be a different story.
As one person wrote this week, "It was a tough game, I felt like I was a Giants fan."
I was at the bar on Saturday, it was early and not many customers were there.
In walks a cute blonde haired girl, sits down alone at the bar.
She orders a Absolut Mandarin, with selzer and a splash of cranberry. She asks for it while talking on her cell phone.
I get her drink, and talk to some other customers, while I hear her chatting on her cell. Remember: Bartenders can hear just about everything you say.
"Nah, I don't want to see him, but what can you do?", she is muttering on her phone.
She talks some more and hangs up, sipping her drink. My customers step outside to eat at an outdoor table, since there are only a few more good weeks left that they can do this.
I roll over to the cute blonde and say, "So, where's the boyfriend?"
She's cute. The type of cute that says she has a boyfriend or the kind of cute that doesn't stay single for very long.
She looks up from texting on her cell phone, smiles and says, "How'd you know I had a boyfriend?"
"Intuition, I guess. Been bartending long enough to know a few things.", I replied.
"Well he just got in from Florida today and wants to have dinner...", she says sullenly.
"Sooo...what's wrong with that?", I ask.
"He wants to TALK, ya know? Sit at dinner and talk for a few hours. What do I want to talk about? I want to go out, see my friends and have some fun!", she says.
My brain immediately jumps to the book, "He's just not that into you..."
"Ok, let me get this straight. Your boyfriend has been out of town, just got back in, wants to see you for dinner, and you aren't excited about seeing him? Come on. You can't be that interested in him! What gives? Why you dating this chump?"
She grins and rubs her thumb to her index and middle finger, and says with a shrug, "He's got money."
As guys that is something that we all grouse about women. That women just want to date rich guys and certainly PLENTY of women I know do not, I repeat, DO NOT care about money.
But you do know that just as many women who protest that they don't want to date rich guys there are a whole segment of other women out there who aren't going to complain if they have a boyfriend who makes bank.
Much like men aren't going to complain if they find a woman with a great personality, wonderful job AND STUNNING GOOD LOOKS.
When she told me this, she saw me roll my eyes and replied, "I know. I know. I'm goin' to hell."
I said, "You better be careful with that, honey. Karma is a boomerang. Just dating some guy because he has cash and you don't really like him, it will bite you in the ass someday. You'll meet a great guy and get played right back."
She says, "Oh, I hear ya, but i'm twenty-two, ya know? I want to have FUN. Not get serious!"
I ask how old her boyfriend is, fully expecting he's going to be 38.
"He's twenty-five.", she says.
"How much money we talking here? He's only twenty five, can't be making that much...", I ask.
"He gives me everything I ask for.", she says.
"So how long will you keep dating him?", I ask.
She shrugs again. "I want to go on a caribbean vacation in a few months, so I will have him pick that up. Also don't want to miss out on his presents for me during the holidays, either. So maybe in March, when the weather gets nice."
Sad to think that there's some guy out there dating this piece of trash and doesn't even know he is getting played.
Growing up in Richboro, PA I have lots of memories about Phillies baseball.
I remember watching Michael Jack Schmidt on TV with my gang of childhood friends and then we would play baseball in the Cul-De-Sac on Deborah Road during those hot summers of the late 70's. My earliest memories are of the Phils as winners. A team that wouldn't quit.
As I got older, each summer got sucessively worse. Gone were the days when we would look forward to baseball. It eventually got the the point where summer was the long stretch of boredom between the basketball and football seasons. We had nothing to look forward to watching on TV during those lean years.
Then, suddenly, in 1993, while I was a junior in college, we had something amazing happen - the Phils were back.
I was at Game 5 of the World Series at the Vet that year. The last time that the Phillies played a post season game at the old stadium. The crowd was ELECTRIC. I have been to post season Eagles games. I have been to the Super Bowl. I can easily tell you that there is nothing, NOTHING, like witnessing a World Series game, at home, with the home crowd. The excitement is palpable. I honestly thought we were going to win that year. Joe Carter crushed that hope, and the years passed with team after team dashing our hopes.
2005 rolls around, and we get excited and lose our playoff hopes on the LAST DAY.
2006 comes and it's the second to last day where our team is eliminated.
2007 is here and I was having nightmares the night before Sunday's game. They were of me watching the Phillies and Mets games - the Phillies would lose and the Mets would win, and once again our team loses.
Honestly, i'm thrilled right now (yes, even with the Eagles losing to the Giants on Sunday night).
I tried to explain about how something like this was good for baseball. Think about it. It has been 14 years since Philly fans had the chance to cheer for their team in a post season game. There are whole new converts of Philly baseball fans out there now, kids like my nieces and nephews who are watching the Phillies and thinking that to them, baseball is FUN. Baseball is EXCITING. That the Phillies are WINNERS.
That's huge for baseball. That's great for the sport. You are witnessing a whole new generation of Philly fans that are created by this season alone and bringing back old dogs like me who have been waiting for ages to get excited about baseball again.
Years of watching the same old teams making the post season (paging the Atlanta Braves...) are over. Sure, I feel for the Mets fans. But if you compare the Mets post season appearances to the Phils post season appearances, i'm sure the Mets have had a lot more to cheer about in the last 21 years than the Phillies.
The team with the best regular season record doesn't win World Series, its the team that plays hot during the playoffs. The Phils are playing red hot right now, and if they can keep this streak going, I absolutely believe that they can beat any team in baseball.
But no matter what happens, it was a magical regular season of ups and downs. This was a historical season, and something that Phillies fans will be talking about for the next decade.