As you may know, the Eutaw Street Hooligans made a trip up to Philly on Saturday to watch the O’s beat up on the World Series Champs. We took our show on the road to the ill-named City of Brotherly Love. I’m not saying that the fans up there were douches, but only because I’m not sure that is a strong enough term. We’ll get to that later.
Let’s start with Citizens Bank Park. Weak sauce. Take everything you love about OPACY and…well, they tried to replicate it. They were unsuccessful. They have their own former player Boog’s knock-off and a fake Eutaw Street they call Ashburn Alley. But, the thing that really sucked (no, not the assortment of trash strewn about the stands…I said we would talk fans later) was that from our right field seats, we couldn’t even see the whole field! We still aren’t convinced that Zaun hit that homerun because for starters it is Greg-freakin’-Zaun, but also because we couldn’t see the fence in right or center field, not to mention about 50 feet into the field of play, either. At first glance, I thought they were so cocky that they were playing with no right fielder, but it turns out Jayson Werth was just hiding from us. Beyond the field of play, it seemed like we were on a tour of Natinal’s Park, except they couldn’t fit everything. So, they decided to add more attractions to get in your way. A ball pit and sky tube funasium that would make Chuck E. jealous (weep?), carnival games, and endless eateries just blocking up the scenery. The lone bright spot? Mitch Williams Wild Thing Southpaw Salsa! We didn’t eat it, but the fact that it exists is amazing by itself. Let me get this straight, Philadelphia…you will boo Santa Claus, but Mitch Williams gets his own salsa and you are okay with that?! Mitch-fucking-Williams! Way to embrace mediocrity, which explains a lot about your stadium.
Now, let’s talk about the city. First of all, we live in Baltimore. Our chief exports are murder and STDs. But I’m pretty sure I could see in the distance one, of what I am assuming is many, factories which only exists to produce smog 24 hours a day. You could smell it, you could taste it and you could certainly feel it. The weather channel kept telling me it was raining, but I am pretty sure that the moisture we were feeling was just an ever present cloud of dense smog. It felt like we were in a sauna of death and garbage that was too gross for the landfill.
Nothing like trash and landfill as a segue to Phillies fans. I know, we’re hecklers and call ourselves hooligans and we are complaining about other team’s fans. At the risk of sounding hypocritical, these guys (and gals) are dicks. Not all of them, we did talk to a few delightful fans. One of which asked us on our way into the stadium why we would bother lowering ourselves to see a game at CBP when we have OPACY to go to at home. Wow, was he right. But anyway, we are not stupid. When we take our show on the road we tone it down a notch or 5. There wasn’t any heckling of their players there weren’t any confrontations with their fans, just good ol’ fashioned cheering for the O’s. Baltimore took a 3-0 lead and we stood and clapped, thats all, clapped and a high five, and said nothing to anyone else…next thing we know there is stuff being thrown at us. Classy.
Then Baez happened. Ryan Howard comes off his death bed to deal a death blow to our enthusiasm. Now that they had the lead, they were a little more vocal. Fast forward to the 9th inning, Zaun hits a dinger…laughter ensues because we were immediately calling for Trembley’s head for allowing him to bat and because well let’s face it Zaun hit a dinger. A grown woman sitting behind us with her mother who had to be at least 147 years old starts yelling at us, “When was your last MVP?” Probably right around the last time you had all your teeth. We tell her that her knocks are useless against us because we know that Baltimore is a sub .500 team that needs our love and support. Her reply? “Why don’t you try winning a World Series?” No problem, we could clearly beat either Texas or LSU 2 out of 3 times. Salazar singles and we start to get that feeling deep in our pants hearts.
Brian Roberts comes up to the plate and…chiton! Only we weren’t sure because of our obstructed view. The boos, however, confirmed it. Howard took the lead with a homerun, and Brian Roberts won it with one. If I remember math class correctly, this makes Brian Roberts ≥ Ryan Howard. Bring the rain Phillies fans…we are showered with what seems to be ice cubes and french fries from a few rows above us. We’ll take the fries, and another come-from-behind victory over the N.L. East. Orioles 6, Phillies 5. W
There’s no place like home…