Each Friday, we will post a reader story from our “Why I Love the Phillies” contest.
Why I love the Phillies, well it’s quite simple. I love the Phillies because it’s a major connection to my family and from where my family came from.
My everyone in my family has been devoted Phillies fans since 1918, the year that my grandfather, Anthony, was born. He grew up loving the Phillies and this carried over into his adult life. Many of his twenty-seven grandchildren remember the days where Pop Pop Tony would take them to a Phillies game when they were children and they cherish those memories forever. Some of us, including me, weren’t blessed with such memories though, since he developed Alzheimer’s and was eventually placed in a nursing home. I was about five years old when my Pop Pop Tony passed away, but I was always told by my older brothers or my parents how much he loved Philadelphia and the Phillies, so I developed that same love.
The Phillies are the main source of conversation between, my brothers, cousins, and I. Even though we live all the way down in North Carolina, miles and miles away from the Philadelphia we love, we all still try to make it to a game down at Turner Field to watch the Phillies stomp the Braves, and we’ve never been dissatisfied with them whether they win or lose.