Brad is often asked how he became a (diehard) Phillies fan while growing up in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
It's a funny story, really.
When he was four, he went to a family reunion in Oklahoma. That's where he met a great-uncle, who lived in Denton and was a pitching scout for the Philadelphia Phillies. This great-uncle gave him and all his brothers a boatload of free Phillies stuff. And you know how much Brad loves free stuff! Since Albuquerque doesn't have their own MLB team and his best friend and best friend's dad were Cubs fans, it seemed like a logical choice.
I'm pretty sure it's why we've vacationed near Philadelphia the last two summers.
We went to a game the last Friday night we were in New Jersey. It was a cold and rainy game and the Phillies lost, but we had a good time anyway.
Eli and Phoebe danced the night away (and wore a silly hat) in a valiant effort to make it on the jumbo-tron. They failed at this attempt, but it enjoyed the endeavor anyway.
Because it was so cold and rainy, my kids looked like crazy superheroes at the game. I hadn't brought them any long pants because it was the middle of July so we did the best we could with what we could find. We bought socks for both of them (Eli's were actually for me because I love socks, but I had jeans on so he wore them during the game), and because we spent enough at the gift store, we were given a free hooded Phillies towel that Phoebe wore like a cape.
My kids are nuts!
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