“[The Phillies] brought it back next season, too. Okay, the Yankees took the Series, in the end. Big deal. Did they even have a victory parade? Who gives a damn about the Yankees, that Madonna-humping, steroid-slurping, $2,500-a-seat bunch of droids? You wanna talk dynasty? We’ll talk dynasty. We’ve still got Jimmy and Ryan and Chase and Raul and Carlos and Cole and Charles, and now we’ve got Roy, too. And we are gonna whup your overpaid mercenary-soldier butts when October rolls around again. If you even make it that far. And if not you, then whatever team fate throws us up against.
That’s right. That’s Philadelphia talkin’. Doubt-driven, Quaker-constricted, stuck-between-NYC-and-D.C., hasn’t-been-relevant-since-guys-wore-breeches Phil-a-del-phia, smacking right back atcha. The Phillies made us winners - and we made them winners. (Is there any fan base in the nation so convinced of its ability to sway the outcome of games by faith alone?) So - batter up! Throw that first pitch! Ryan, for God’s sake, don’t overthink it!
You know what? We really love this team.”—Sandy Hingston, “How the Phils made us a baseball town again” Philadelphia Magazine