I wrote this with tears in my eyes. 

It seems only yesterday it all began. I was a 19 year old drinking with my buddies in FDR Park and we were wearing Red. Names like Utley, Rollins, Burrell, Werth and Howard graced the backs of our shirts. Sarge would talk about jerking off the ball and I would giggle every time Harry would say Charlie was gonna get Eaton out. Rich Dubees were had by many. I knew we were in a special time. That September in 2007 I stayed in watching the games on Friday nights because history was much more important than getting drunk at frat keggers. Man did we see history. 7 games with 17 to play. Utley’s walk off dagger against Wagner. I always had champagne waiting. Popped a bottle every time the division was clinched, and when a NLDS, NLCS and World Series was won. 11 total times if you are counting at home. 1 parade. THE PARADE.  

 Franzke’s call of the Rollins’ double off Broxton still gives me chills. All that brings me to tonight. I sit here watching October Baseball but it isn’t red. It’s not exciting. One man can change all that. John Middleton needs to accept his destiny to be the next George Steinbrenner and zap life back into this team and fan base. That way I don’t feel left out of the October Excitement ever again.