Later today, for the first time in fourteen years, the Philadelphia Phillies will play in a playoff game. I remember vividly the last time they did this, as I was 12, watching the game in my parent's basement as Joe Carter hit that infamous home run. That was the first time I ever cursed in front of my parents, the moment I mark as the end of my innocence. So today, at 3PM, I will return to my parent's basement and watch with them, my dad recovering from knee surgery, my mom trying to figure out which one is Darren Daulton, and if all goes well, maybe I can recapture some of that childhood wonder, if only for an afternoon.
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