Baseball in January.

One of the cool things about my new position at work is that I'm more on my own than I was before. As such, when the World Series trophy is on display at a nearby restaurant, I am free to take an extended lunch break and take a gander.
Chickie's and Pete's is the big-time local sports bar franchise. There are a few of them, and the one in Egg Harbor Township is the newest, I think. The trophy made a stop there today at 1:00pm, with Phillies broadcaster Scott Franske.
As expected, the place was jammed. I got there just before one and had to shoehorn my way through the crowd to get close to the thing. My aversion to large crowds and a minor case of claustrophobia made my visit brief. At one point, I entertained thoughts of actually eating lunch there, but one look at the place and those thoughts went out the window - if I could find one.

The Phanatic was there - natch - and here, he takes the time to embrace a fan. At one point, he hoisted his shirt up to block my camera. Funny guy - er - thing.

Check it out, Cubs fans. This is what it looks like.

Never mind that it's going to be at least two other places closer to home than this joint. I got to play hookey from work for an hour. Although, it seemed strange to travel out of my way to see a trophy. There's something strange about them carting it around and "presenting" it to us. I guess it's the thing to do?

Comments

Anonymous said…
so all that and no lunch?
that trophy is sparkly....ooooohhhhh. ahhhhhh.

i can only imagine the feeling in the air though. nothing like a bunch of crazy ass fans to kick the weekend off a lil early.
January 15, 2009 at 6:58 PM
Anthony said…
I threw down a Strawberry Yogurt and some dried fruit at my desk before I left. Didn't think that was relevant to the story.

Most of the crazy ass fans will be back for the Eagles game on Sunday.
January 15, 2009 at 7:03 PM
Anonymous said…
Thanks for showing us Cubs fans what the actual trophy looks like. It has been a hundred years and i feel I may never see one brought to this city by the Cubs in my lifetime.

I did enjoy when the Sox won it a few years back.

Later, Kcoz
January 15, 2009 at 7:50 PM
susan said…
Wow. That is a beautiful trophy. I've never even seen a picture of it before.



The Phanatic made me smile. lot of memories of girlhood at Veteran's Stadium.
January 15, 2009 at 9:18 PM
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