"Passionate" is a word that has spread like a virus through the Philadelphia sports lexicon.
It’s not a word I particularly like, but it’s one I believe accurately describes my idea of an ardent Philadelphia sports fan.
The thing I dislike most about “passionate” is that it gets confused with “supportive,” a word I would not pick first to describe the intense attitude toward our teams.
Sports are a vehement addiction here, but like any addiction, there's hidden anger and fear.
It’s been suggested the Phils crack under the intense pressure at home. Of course they do. Forgiving and forgetting, a quality associated with support, never enters the picture. Instead, fear and trepidation is masked with rage disguised as passion, and it smacks our athletes in the face with every imperfection.
This season has been one rocky ride for the relationship between the Phillies and their fans. This much is certain: If the Phils ride this hot streak into the postseason, It will be independent of the support they've received since opening day. It would also be a significant credit to the character of this ballclub.