Initially a lark when the Phillies landed Roy Halladay, complete with kid-like drawings of Halladay and zoo animals, the website Zoo With Roy has quickly established itself as one of the most beloved sports websites in the city of Philadelphia. And while its author wishes to remain anonymous, he does drop a hint of who he is in the following piece…he was a sophomore in high school in 1993. (I also have it on good authority that he occasionally used to play quizzo at O’Neals). That’s all we have to go on at this time. Here he talks about a cherished childhood memory…watching Game 6 of the NLCS.
I went to a lot of Phillies games with my stepfather- and have memories in some form or another from a good deal of those- but I’d have to say that my favorite involves one we watched in our living room: Game Six of the 1993 NLCS. I was a sophomore in high school, and he was a blue collar “man’s man”, though we each let our guards down enough to be colossal dorks that postseason. Folks spoiled by the current incarnation of the Phillies need to recall that they basically stunk like butt for the decade preceding and following (despite your optimism at the time, that season always kind of had the feel of an anomaly) that miracle run.
Caught up in the excitement, we would make the same shrine around our television set for each game. McDonald’s glass to the left, knit hat magnet on the center of the console, logo drawn into our carpet directly in front of it. It made no sense whatsoever, and actually wasn’t very impressive now that I think back on it. We evidently didn’t hold our gods in very high regard. That game, the clincher, also got recorded on our VCR. I hit “pause” during commercials so that they wouldn’t tape. I sat on the floor, the old man on the couch. These were our spots.
The game played out the way one predetermined to be a win and forever special is designed to play out – gloriously. We were allowed ample game time to revel. Mitch Williams struck out the last Braves batter. His leap. The two of us were frozen in that moment, the culmination of hundreds of games after little league and on give-away days and with Phillies Franks coupons and after I got stitches and when my mom needed a night off and free tickets from his boss and anything else that thankfully gave cause. Then we celebrated. With the team we loved, which seemingly never was special, we had also won.
I still have that magnet on my refrigerator, all these years later and a few states away. Whenever I see it I think of that night, and how lucky we were to share that joy… even if it was a fluke of a year.
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Carson is a little late to the party, but since he writes for one of our favorite local baseball blogs (We Should Be GMs), we’re gonna let him in anyway. Here were his thoughts on the ’93 team.
The entire playoff experience was new to me. The Phils were good in my early years, but I was too young to remember that success. They clinched the NL pennant on my 13th birthday, so that was awesome. The World Series itself seemed like a ton of offense. I remember Nails and Molitor exchanging blows back and forth. I played for a Little League team called the Blue Jays at the time and had a hat or theirs and a poster on the bedroom wall…hated that. My Uncle lived in Philly was going to take me to the victory parade should the Phils win, but alas Carter ended it. Honestly, I cried. This is back in the day before my family had cable, so I stayed up at night listening to the games on the radio. Getting to watch them play in the postseason on tv was a treat, something now I take for granted.
My memories of the team are fond ones. I hold no animosity toward Mitch Williams. Mickey Morandini and Wes Chamberlain remain two of my favorite Phillies. The squad was a rag-tag bunch of ruffians that were enjoyable to follow.