There was a time when the Phillies reaching the playoffs and playing postseason baseball would have been my entire life.
In 1993, I was 17 during that incredible summer of Macho Row and their NL East championship. I remember virtually every game from that remarkable regular season. The playoff run will be indelibly etched in my brain forever. I was on the razor’s edge with every pitch, every foul ball, every deficit, every victory. For that month of October, it was all-consuming.
In 2007, as the Phillies began their five-year surge to the top of the NL East, I was engaged to be married but still focused enough on Phillies baseball for it to be classified as an obsession.