Friday, October 31, 2008

You Better Believe It


I don't particularly like baseball. I don't know how any individual can follow the regular season - all 160-some-odd games.
BUT - when it comes to the World Series - I am a true fan. My friend said it well the other day, "I hate baseball, but I could watch the World Series - all day - everyday."
And, when you add the Phillies to the equation, my interest level goes through the roof. In fact even Kristin, who I would wager had earnestly watched perhaps 1 combined hour of baseball in her life, LOVED the world series.
We fell in love with Brad Lidge (whom we referred to as the ugly man - sorry Brad, but you have lots of funny markings on your face), and Ryan Howard, and that Blanton pitcher, and the manager, and everyone else.
And as proof that parents' habits influence their children.... Last night we went for a walk, we grabbed Patten's Phillies blanket (which some good friends of ours from Delaware gave him last year) to keep him warm. Patten has a lot of blankets and is not partial to one or the other. But he smiled as wide as ever when we placed the Phillies blanket on his little legs. He loved it, wouldn't let it go. Way to go son.
Go Phillies!