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I still don’t feel anything. It feels like just another win.
It feels like we have another game to play tomorrow.
It will sink in eventually, probably on Friday when we drive
down Broad Street. We’re the champs and have nothing left to play for.
We got our ultimate goal. Hopefully, they’ll be many more to come. I
remember walking into Spring Training and talking about our goals.
It’s been a great ride and an enjoyable moment.
I almost lost it when the door opened in the ninth and Brad
Lidge ran out. It was so loud. You could tell the fans were hungry and
ready. I can imagine what it’s going to be like on Broad Street. We’ll celebrate with them on Friday. I have 50 text messages already, and
that was 20 minutes ago.
I remember watching Sid Fernandez in 1986 when he won with
the Mets, and how cool that was. I was six, but Sid was one of my idols, being
You always dream of being a part of a team that wins a championship. Lo and
behold, 2008 here we are.
I guess the curse is gone. William Penn is happy, now.