a suburban-city girl stumbling her way through central PA.


Clifton Phifer.


Ahhh, yes, Cliff Lee - the boogie man of Yankee fan dreams.
"In fact, if you listen close as you nestle in your bed tonight, you can probably hear him shutting someone out right now." New York Sports
Oh, is that because everyone in New York left the game early and was in bed before the game ended?  Is that what that means?

"All night, Section 407 in the upper deck was full of Phillies phans, all swaddled up in red on a chilly night. It looked like the section the team reserved for the players' families and friends. (To tell you how much the Yankees value the opposing team's fans, they put them next to the auxillary press box, as far away from home plate as you can get without actually being in Philadelphia.) In the top of the ninth inning, the section, that section, after an RBI single by Shane Victorino made the score 5-0, began chanting "Yankees Suck! Yankees Suck!" The Stadium crowd, with half the crowd gone and the other half depressed, didn't even respond. For a few seconds, it was all you could hear."
All I have to say is, Dear GOD Philadelphia - you are IN.CRED.IBLE.  Look at those Yankees, thinking that they are smiting you with a godawful nosebleed section.  And look at you responding with all your years of upbrining in the 700 level of the Vet.  You did good, Phillies fans.

And now, Clifton Phifer Lee.  On repeat.

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