October 30th, 2008
No words, really, for what happened last night. The metaphysical foundations of my universe have been called into question. Salvation? Original sin? Divine grace? Who knows what any of these things mean now.
But if you’ll allow a personal indulgence, last night fulfilled something for me which I never, ever, thought would come to pass: I got to watch the Phillies win a World Series with my son.
Here’s what he looked like the morning after the “rain suspension,” when the full weight of his birthright bore down on him:
And here he is late last night, basking in the championship:
In the years to come, he will not, perhaps, remember the great run of ’08 as clearly as he might wish. But I’ll remember it well enough for the both of us.
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