I Used To Be Carried In The Arms of Cheerleaders.......

So last night was the night.
The Phillies finally won the World Championship of Baseball.
I still can't get over it. I know it hasn't fully sunk in but I still can't think about it without welling up.
It was a pretty subdued scene at the house last night. The four of us sat in the bedroom and watched on the small TV. Kristen held Kyle on the bed while Brodie and I were lounging on the floor. I wore my '83 St Pats Jersey, '08 National League Champs shirt and my ever lucky Bunker Hat. This is the first time all year that I had to break out the bunker hat but I felt it needed to be done. (A quick explanation: The bunker hat was purchased three years ago on Opening Day. Its a retro hat and it is really the only hat that doesn't make me look like a fool. Anyway it is really beat up and the sun has rendered it a redish white so I only break it out when absolutely necessary....or when I go fishing. Thats how it got the name 'Bunker Hat'. Every summer my father-in-law, brother-in-law and myself pile into a ridiculously small boat to consume lots of 'greenies' and do some killer crabbing. We usually catch next to nothing, end up way too intoxicated, make some obscene jokes and show up to the beach house only to find disappointed looks awaiting us. We also use frozen bunker as the bait in our traps. After one of these trips I was informed that my hat would spend the duration of the vacation on the porch because it stunk like these awful fish. Hence Bunker Hat) It really was a perfect night. I had enough beers to make me really excited and just a little bit out of control so that my wife got to calm the baby down after an occasional shout or scream. We also turned down the suck that is Buck and synced up 1210 so I could hear Harry make the final call.
I cried really hard. Really hard. I got to hold my baby while watching Manuel accept the trophy. Thats something I'll never forget.
We popped some Champagne and just laid in bed crying and watching. It was really special.
A lot of people called me immediately following the game. I only answered the ones who had people on the line that would understand why I was hysterically crying. Sorry Dad, Mom, Dan the Surfer, Frank and Noah (the first time).
I also took off work tomorrow and have two tickets to watch the parade celebration inside CBP. It is going to be absolutely outrageous.

Well right before my wife fell asleep she asked me if this was the greatest day in my life. I can't say that it was. I gave it some thought and came up with the greatest day ever. Its a very short description but I think the simplicity of it is what makes it so special.

My wife and I were in Baltimore once. We were staying at the Inner Harbor but took the Water Taxi over to Fell's Point. We had lunch at a really small sushi place. Next we headed of to Max's (which that day had 96 beers on tap) and enjoyed quite a few drinks while chatting baseball with some Orioles fans. We then took the Water Taxi back to the Inner Harbor to watch the Orioles play the Devil Rays. I bought a retro Orioles hat and was given a Rafael Palmeiro bobble head. After the game (and some Rolling Rocks) we went to Max's Ballpark Bar and had some nachos. To end the evening we walked into a very questionable part of the city and got hot corned beef sandwiches at a sandwich shop called Shane's.

My heaven would be reliving that day over and over. I know most people would have chosen other days (wedding, birth of child, World series etc) but I can't choose a day where I was forced to take a generic anti-diahrrhtic.