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Got home from the game a little while ago! Boy, was that fun! That was the most important game I've attended in person since the game that was spoiled by Mike Scioscia in 1988.
It was definitely a Mets crowd, although it wasn't very crowded at all. When Howard hit that homer it revealed that there were in fact a number of Phillies fans in attendance, but most of the noise favored the visiting team.
We were behind home plate, dead center, but about four rows away from the top of the stadium. (I wanted tickets under an overhang in case there was rain.) As the game was about to begin, during the national anthem and the pitcher warmups, I had a surge of nervous adrenaline. The homer by Loney was fantastic, but strangely there was no giant apple rising out of a hat in the outfield. When Cabrera drove in that big insurance run (which prevented Howard from leading off the ninth as the tying run) I turned to my son and told him that had he been born this year, his name would be "Asdrubal."
In the bottom of the ninth I was pacing back and forth in the empty row behind us. And with the final out: goosebumps! I had so many goosebumps my clothes didn't fit! I've never been so happy to live within an hour from the Phillies ballpark!
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