How do you like the bunting?
CLOUD 9, Pa. -- What can I say? When the going gets tough, the tough turn to graphic design. Some people stress eat. Others smoke. My mother cleans. I create patriotic bunting, posters and other flair using Photoshop. Speaking of which, you know what the Phillies do when the chips are stacked against them? They win, in case you didn't know.
And here we are. Fourteen years later and a squeaky-clean slate. Which means I have no clue what to do next. For close to three years, I’ve been mapping a plan to return to this precise point, a moment that was abandoned in the bedroom of a 15-year-old living in Topton, Pa., back on October 23, 1993, Game 6 of the World Series, the last time the Phillies were seen in a post-season. Years went by and the taste of October slipped away. So I came up with a plan to get it back, and named the creation Beerleaguer. And now that they're back, I suppose I can fold the map, stash it in my back pocket, saving it for the next playoff drought.
It wouldn’t be fair. Instead of shutting the bedroom door to recreate the past, I turn and find several thousand who’ve taken this personal journey with me. Not to the Topton farmhouse, but somewhere meaningful. The map leads to the same place.
Now that we're here, there’s a better use for the map: the blank space on back, used to document every gritty detail. I suspect that over the next few days, the assault of the senses will surpass what can be captured on Beerleaguer if the site was run like business as usual. Tracking the OPS+ of Greg Dobbs, for example. The usual.
My suggestion: Don’t go away empty handed. Forget what you think you know because it’s all about to change. Absorb it. Feel it. Revel in it, and I will be doing the same. This wouldn’t be a labor of love without a love.