A while back I wrote an article about my grandfather, and the toll his loss had on my family and I. In the article, I also mentioned my grandfather’s bond to the Philadelphia Phillies baseball team.My grandfather was a simple man, in my late 20’s now, my memories of him when I was a child are a little blurred but from pictures and other people’s accounts, it seems my grandfather was happiest just taking his grandkids for walks or to a park. In my later years with my grandpa, he seemed content to just have me come over and tell him about my day, keep him up to date on school, and he’d always ask, “Are you happy?”
If my response was positive that seemed to make him happy.Aside from enjoying his moments with his grandkids, he spent a lot of one on one time with the man upstairs. I’d often glance over and just see him silently praying to himself, and if I came over early enough I’d see him asking the man above to bless all the ones he loved.My grandfather had his favorite ways to past the time, and one of them was enjoying television. Of course there was always time for re-runs of Little House on the Prairie and The Incredible Hulk, and then there was baseball. Even after my grandfather lost his sight, and was moving through life in shadows he made sure he had the baseball game on. He wanted to hear every sound from the ball park, and he wanted to know if the Philadelphia Phillies were winning. My grandfather’s love for the Phillies was so great that it carried on to his son, and his grandson. Even his great grandson’s now cheer for the Phillies, and sit in hopes that they will make it to the World Series.My grandfather left this earth in September of 2006, and behind him he left a lot of lost souls. He left a vacant spot in his home, in our daily lives, and in our futures. In time they say that all things heal, and though my grandfather has never been forgotten, it is as if his memory has captured the spot reserved especially for him.With my grandfather now having his own reserved seating in the greatest sky box anyone could imagine, it seems as if the Philadelphia Phillies are playing with their own angels on the team.
Since my grandfather’s death, the Phillies have continuously made it to the post season. For four straight seasons’ they have clinched the National League East (NLE) and they have secured one World Series win in 2008, unfortunately; they were defeated in 2009 by the NY Yankees. This 2010 season is the Phillies fourth time capturing the NL East division, and they will now enter the post season, filling October with the excitement of homeruns, stolen bases, and plenty of touches on home plate (preferably for the Phil’s). I never counted myself as much of a baseball fan, or a sports fan for that matter, but I guess it just comes with the territory of being the granddaughter of such a devoted Phillies fan. I find myself watching the Phillies on the edge of my seat, cursing bad pitches, and calls, cheering the homeruns, and stolen bases, watching with anticipation as the team forge on into another World Series.Sometimes I can’t help but think of my grandfather, and how he would be reacting to how the Phillies have played in the years since he passed away. I think of the conversations we could have had about the players, the game, and those lousy calls. I think of the bond I would see only grow stronger between my brother and his grandfather over the game of baseball.
So, when I’m sitting watching the Phillies I know my grandfather is doing the same. He is up in the sky box enjoying the view of the ball park, the excitement of the crowd, and the rush of the game. He is cheering for the chances of a ball in the stands, an out of the park, over the top, firework display, and of course the ever popular ball park music.The Phillies may not realize it, and I know that they are all a very successful, hard working, talented group of men but they have something that not many people have. They have a simple man, who gave his time, gave his prayers, and all his love to those that were most important to him, and left them with a legacy. The Phillies have their very own angel high atop that ball park, and who knows maybe some of those homeruns are just given a helping hand. Let’s Go Phillies!!!