Swagger. That is what our Phabulous Phightin Phillies have had since the beginning of the postseason. Say the word. Let it roll off the tongue. SWAGGER.
The reigning World Series champs delegated to afternoon starts? Pundits doubting the team’s ability to get out of the first round? Snow days and baseball at 32 degrees? The Rockies coming from behind on the verge of forcing a Game 5? All wiped by a team with that strut synonymous with swagger.
Swagger comes from confidence. That you’ve been there before and you’ll move heaven and earth to get there again. That naysayers can talk about the bullpen, the past, the fans, snowballs and Santa. It won’t mean a thing. Swagger cures a variety of ills.
It’s a lot like Philadelphia itself. The city we work and play in. Like a cheesesteak hot off the griddle, it oozes swagger. The confidence to know that no matter what lies ahead, the city and the people who love it will pick themselves up, dust themselves off and find a way to win.
So with Game 1 of the NLCS in the win column and just seven more games to go before another parade, let’s look past another afternoon start. Move beyond the love affair with LA and Mannywood. Let’s root for our team that lives, eats and breathes the tough, confident spirit of our city. Let’s enjoy the swagger.
- Frank Sinatra
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