Last night’s performance was amazing. It looked like it would be a disaster for Brett Myers in the first after he walked in a run, but he rallied and carried the rest of the team with him.
Helen and I had tickets in the 400s, but we played it like we did throughout the ’07 season, snagging the spot right behind home plate on the main concourse and just camping out there. It’s the best place to watch a game other than our customary seats in Sec. 143 in left.
From the start, the feeling in the park was amazing. Neither Helen nor I had ever been to a playoff game and it was everything we could’ve expected and more. More 46,000 fans paying rapt attention to every pitch, every hit, every call results in an intense atmosphere. It certainly helped.
After Myers fought off pitch after pitch from Brewers ace CC Sabathia, everyone knew something bit was coming, that the Phils were going to catch an unlikely break from the guy who should be a serious Cy Young contender. They did.
When Shane Victorino hit his first career grand slam I thought the stadium might fall apart. Emotional bedlam broke loose. Everyone was high-fiving, hugging, jumping up and down while hugging — you get the picture. It was like getting married and getting a new job and finding out your wife is pregnant and winning the lottery on the same day. For a team that’s struggled historically, moments like these are not soon forgotten.
Things got a bit tense after the Phillies left the bases loaded not once but twice, failing to tack on those ever important insurance runs, but with the exception of a Jimmy Rollins miscue and a shaky Ryan Madson, everything was going our way.
After watching Brad Lidge throw an agonizing 35 pitches to save Game 1 yesterday, I could only hope that seeing some action would calm him down. It did, and he went lights out to seal the win.
Now it’s time to go to Milwaukee to close this thing out. You know what I’ll be doing Saturday night.