Going 15-5 since the break has caused a small, futile burst of emotion for the team you love, and that means you've got to race back to the bars to see them because you refuse to pay for cable. And why should you? Did you know that Comcast will not confirm nor deny that their wires connected to your TV turn into snakes at night and slither down your throat?
But do not worry yourself. Not about the Comcast Night-Serpents; that's very real. What I mean is that you can relax about the Phillies bar scene as I contribute to the vigorous Eric Chesterton's fine work in this area so far, and will let you know the best stools to occupy in Philadelphia while you stomach a Phillies game; who knows, maybe I'll even see ones that aren't conspicuously close to my apartment.