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In honor of the late Harry Kalas I present the World Champion Phillies.

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Michael Jack Schmidt

C – Bob Boone
1B – Dick Allen
2B – Chase Utley
3B – Michael Jack Schmidt
SS – Larry Bowa
OF – Ed Delahanty
OF – Richie Ashburn
OF – Chuck Klein
DH – Sam Thompson
Bench:  2B Tony Taylor, SS Jimmy Rollins, OF Del Ennis, OF Cy Williams

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It was one of those weird days in baseball for me.  I was saddened to hear of the passing of Harry Kalas.  Having lived just outside of Philly from sixth grade to graduation I had the good fortune of listening to plenty of Harry Kalas’ broadcasts.  It won’t be the same without him.  I was surprised upon hearing that Mark “the Bird” Fidrych died as well.  While I did not have the opportunity to watch the Bird pitch, it’s always sad when one of the games characters is taken from us.

Despite the sadness, today was a great baseball day for me.  No, my fantasy team did not dominate.  Honestly, I haven’t even checked my teams yet.  No, today was a great baseball day because I was able to share the wonderful game with my son for the first time.  I have been hesitant to take him to a game because he can be quite a challenge at times.  I have had to leave the movie theatre with him because I couldn’t get him to stop talking.  Baseball is different though.  You can talk.  You can even yell when the time is right.  I went in hoping to make it through three Innings.  We lasted five.  He wanted to stay longer, but I knew that he would be getting tired soon and wouldn’t be able to control the urge to get in trouble.  Jason Kubel hit the first HR.  I introduced him to Cracker Jacks.  He was reluctant at first until I reminded him they are mentioned in the Take Me Out to the Ballgame song.  He had a Dome Dog.  He had his moments, but the people around me were great.  They’ve all been there before.  Perhaps later this year we’ll go to a Sunday game.  The Twins allow kids to run the bases after the game.  Now that, he’d love.  Of course I can see him not making the turn at second and going right into Centerfield, but that’s my boy.  He marches to his own beat. 

A special thanks to my cousin Noelle who gave me the tickets.  Sadly the Twins lost, but my son won’t remember that.