As my two favorite Phillies blogs, Beerleaguer and the Fightins, vie for the title of best Phillies blog over at the Phield, I look forward to Monday’s Opening Day game against the Nationals, with tickets courtesy of former Nationals right fielder Elijah Dukes. (Thanks, dude! I hope you find a team soon!)
This is our third year as season ticket holders and the first that I’m genuinely nervous about how the season will end. Maybe it’s the feeling anyone has when their team gets that close to winning back-to-back championships and loses. Fear creeps in. Doubt, too. Somehow, despite the fact the Phillies traded for a pitcher who’s arguably the best in baseball last December, I can’t help but wonder how Roy Halladay will be able to fix the Phillies when he can only take the field every fifth day.
With our thin pitching staff already being tested by injuries, I can’t help but wonder if this is the year our fantastic Phils finally fall apart. Part of that is a lifetime of Phillies pessimism talking, but it’s also the realization that it’s very difficult to field a team as consistently great as the Phillies have these past two years without setbacks like this. On the other hand, it’s April, and the Phillies tend to start slowly and gain momentum as the season progresses. After all, it’s a marathon, not a sprint. There’s plenty of time to beat up on the NL East to secure a playoff berth.
I also feel like this is the first year that the end is in sight. Werth a Yankee? Perish the thought, but it might happen. Trade Howard? After years of threatening, this could become a reality if the Phils aren’t willing to pick up his contract. The end of Jimmy Rollins’ reign as Phillies shortstop looms. Will the legacy of the ’08 Phillies be like that of the ’80 Phils, with Chase Utley as the new Mike Schmidt, the last man standing from the team’s glory days, a Hall of Famer surrounded by also-rans and unproven rookies?
It’s familiar to me as someone who was only 3 when the Phils won in ’80. I spent the bulk of my childhood hating the loathsome Phillies, even going so far as to resent their ragtag run in ’93. The Phillies were so bad I chose to follow a team that was even worse: the Cleveland Indians! By ’95, I’d given up on the Tribe and found myself rooting for a Phillies team led by guys like Kevins Sefcik and Stocker. I vividly remember parsing the Schilling trade, hoping that somehow a guy like Omar Daal might be the answer to the Phils pitching woes. (He wasn’t.) Must my infant son endure the hardship of being a Phillies fan just as I had before him? Seems likely.
My wish for the 2010 Phillies is that they win the World Series and enter the pantheon of great teams. They’re probably already there, but to win a third consecutive National League pennant would be a thing of beauty. To be mentioned in the same breath as the Big Red Machine is already dizzying, but to surpass them would be magical.
So while I’m overcome with nostalgia for the past two wonderful seasons, my hope is that the Phils enjoy continued success and stay competitive. We won’t always be there in October. It could be worse, much worse. We could be Mets fans!
Let’s go Phillies!