Cheering, Near Philadelphia

 

I've never watched a football game on television. In fact, somehow I discovered that the best time to do grocery shopping is on Sunday afternoon when the Eagles are playing.

But baseball is a little different. I actually understand how the game is played and remember proudly announcing to friends, "Clay Dalrymple lives across the street from me." (That was true. I was the family's babysitter.) About every three or four years I'll have a season where I watch many of the games. This was not one of those years. But I did watch the play-offs and parts of the first two games of the Series. 

What I do enjoy is seeing the enthusiasm of Philly fans. We previously lived next-door to a family that had a crowd of teenagers who would run out into the street, whooping and cheering after any kind of a major televised win. I kind of miss The Joyces in our current more sedate neighborhood. 

I don't know the family that lives three blocks down our street and put up this elaborate seasonal display. But I know I have to share it. (Photo courtesy of Himself)

Go Phillies!