There’s nothing like cranking a Wiffle Ball moonshot over the neighbors’ house and then cracking open a delicious mystery beverage in a goddamn barrel. Peak summer living.
Sure, 4K is nice, but there was nothing like sitting two inches away from one of these sweet bastards while your mother predicted you’d be as blind as Ray Charles by the following Thursday.
I feel like if some great motherfucker came along and started wielding his putter like a sword after birdies again we’d all immediately be on that guy’s side.
This is a crowd for a Tuesday night game
The aura of Harper, the electricity of the crowd, the atmosphere for a big moment
THIS IS THE PINNACLE OF BASEBALL
AND IT IS IN PHILLY