Jim Gourley is a native Philadelphia who now works as a freelance writer and photographer in Philadelphia. He sent along word about something he wrote for his blog, about life and baseball and the Phillies. It's very good.
Here's a sample paragraph:
I started high school in 1964. 1964. Those who know, know, and those who don’t, don’t need to know. But it’s my story and I get to tell it, even if after 4+ decades I still can’t find the words. Don’t even try to tell me that the collapsing Mets of the past two seasons even come close. They don’t. They haven’t suffered enough yet to know what meltdown really means. Come back in a half-century of spectacular disappointments and then possibly you’ll have some idea of what happened in 1964 in Philadelphia. But even then you won’t know, since whatever can happen to you has already happened before, in Philadelphia where we bled out.
The rest of the post can be found here.