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Scuba Dooba!

After a lovely extended weekend at a lake with friends, I find myself having a hard time coming back to reality. It then occurred to me that I never blogged about my first scuba trip from a few weeks ago. Since it’s a few more weeks until my next vacation, I might as well reminisce about a recent one.

My scuba trip was, in a word, amazing. I know I’ve referenced scuba diving before, but I’m not sure if I’ve described how I got into it to begin with. Briefly, on our honeymoon, Darren became very interested in scuba diving, but we were both a bit leery about doing a few-hour course at our resort. The spring after our honeymoon, we decided to visit our local dive shop and sign up for lessons. Our open water course consisted of one class a week for five weeks. The first hour and a half or so was in class, where we reviewed the issues brought up in the course book and DVD. The second half of the class was in the pool practicing the skills we learned about. The summation of the class was our open water certification, which took place at Dutch Springs, a quarry located in Bethlehem, PA. We were certified as PADI Open Water divers that summer and were pretty sure we had been bitten by the scuba bug. We continued with various classes and now both of us are Advanced Open Water certified and are working on multiple other certifications.

I admit I was a bit nervous about going on our first dive trip to North Carolina. I knew I would be in good hands and since we were going to be doing additional classes while we were there, all of our dives would be supervised by an instructor. I had also been hearing for months what an amazing trip this typically was, so while I was excited, I was still a bit apprehensive. There’s just something nerve-wracking about jumping into 100 foot water 30+ miles from shore.

We hopped on the boat early Saturday morning and started our trek out to our first wreck, the Atlas. We were blessed with good weather and calm seas, which did wonders to calm my nerves since I have a tendency to get seasick. In about two hours we reached our site and got suited up. Stepping off the boat was a bit scary at first, but once I got under water and to the lines under the boat, I was able to calm down a bit and enjoy the scenery. The water was a beautiful blue and it didn’t take long to start seeing the sand tiger sharks that we had heard so much about. Surprisingly, the sharks didn’t freak me out too much. It was actually really amazing to be in the water with sharks. They were very calm and didn’t pay us any attention; rather, they just lazily swam along going about their business.

The wreck was pretty neat, though I have to admit I was so overwhelmed with everything around me and where I was and what I was doing that I didn’t really get to appreciate the wreck much. I remember the sharks and there being some beautiful purple coral, and a bunch of fishies I couldn’t identify. It was also my first experience with current, which threw me a bit. It took me awhile to figure out why I was having such a hard time staying in place (like I said, I was a bit overwhelmed by everything and wasn’t necessarily thinking clearly). Before I knew it, it was time to head back up so we had enough air to do our safety stop.

As we were going up the line from the wreck back to the boat, I saw Darren waving at me and pointing up and behind me. I turned around and looked up to see a shark straight above me. I think I was about 4-5 feet away, but Darren thinks I was only about two feet away from sticking my head in a shark’s mouth (which probably would have equally startled me and the shark). That got the heart pumping a bit, but I paused for a moment and he continued to swim along, much less fazed by our close encounter than I was.

I came back up to the boat amazed by the experience I just had and wondering to myself how I got to a place where I was diving off a boat and swimming with sharks.

The next dive of the day was at the Caribsea and pretty much the same as the first. I don’t recall there being quite as many sharks but there was a barracuda that seemed to be checking us out on the line. I swear, if it could have, it would have been licking its chops, which was a bit disconcerting.

Sunday, the seas were quite a bit rougher. I was very thankful I had my seasick patch on, otherwise I would have been spending most of the trip over the railing. The visibility was great but there didn’t seem to be nearly as many sharks. The current was quite a bit stronger and I struggled with it, which caused me to go through my air quite a bit faster, making the dive much shorter.

My favorite dive of the entire trip was the second dive of the second day, when we visited U-352, a German WWI U-Boat. The visibility was amazing and if air weren’t an issue, I could have spent hours down there exploring.

Unfortunately, the third and last day of our trip was blown out due to rough seas. They had picked up even more from the day before and none of the boats were going out because it wouldn’t be safe. We were disappointed but respected the decision.

I am absolutely confident now that I’ve been bitten by the scuba bug and I can pretty much bet I’ll be on the same trip next year. I’ll just have to find a few more dives to keep myself occupied until then.

I’ll leave you with a video the captain of our boat, Mike Gerken took of the Atlas, immediately after the rest of us came back safely to the boat. I think this few minute video will do the trip far more justice than I can through this blog. Also, for a much better description of the specifics of our dive sites (and great pictures!), be sure to check out his blog entry from that weekend. Enjoy!

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A Musical Past

I’ve been involved in the performing arts for most of my life. Like most children, I got my start in my elementary school’s plays. I was always given a chorus part, since I was pretty much tone-deaf as a young child (as many are). It wasn’t until I had been in band for a year or so that I finally learned how to sing (mostly) on key. By that time, I had set my sights on other pursuits – stage crew.

As with most things in my life, I followed in the footsteps of my sister, who had become interested in technical theatre a few years prior. The first show I had any role of note was my freshman year spring musical, Good News. Sister dear was the stage manager and I was one of the spotlight operators. Again, Samantha had shown an interest in lighting and stage management and I thought those areas were pretty cool myself. I recall the two of us plus the other spot op and lighting board operator doing the big dance number in the lighting booth as the cast performed on stage. It was the fun I had working on this show that solidified my interest in theatre.  

I participated in every production during the remainder of my high school years, eventually working up to serving as both Lighting Designer and Stage Manager of my senior year musical, The Wiz. During that spring, my parents were going through their divorce and the theatre provided a welcome respite from the craziness that I was going through at the time. A refuge, plus dear friends, a favorite Aunt who was choreographing the show and the theatre co-advisor (who I wrote about here) helped me more than I realized at the time.

Through most of high school, theatre had always been a hobby, but nothing I thought about pursuing once I graduated. That began to change the summer between my junior and senior year. Samantha was Stage Manager for the inaugural production of a friend’s theatre company and got me a position as one of the Assistant Stage Managers. Up until this point, my entire theatre experience had come from school. When I started showing up at rehearsals for this production of Godspell, I was amazed by the flexibility and freedom the cast and crew had. We were all part of the creative process and each person was able to contribute. This was a far cry from the top-down approach taken in my high school. It was truly an inspiring experience and to this day, I don’t know if I’ve ever worked with such a talented, creative and welcoming group of people. This was one of the first shows I actually missed after it was over and it got me thinking about not giving theatre up so quickly after graduating.

Fast forward to college: I joined the Penn State Thespians and immediately threw myself as fully as possible into its activities. It was here that I met most of my dearest friends. By my sophomore year I designed the lighting for the spring musical and in my junior year I stage managed the fall musical. After that show I realized I really didn’t enjoy stage managing so I focused my efforts on lighting design. I spent my summers serving as an electrician for Pennsylvania Centre Stage or as a lighting designer for the State College Community Theatre. I had some great designs and some not so great designs. I even tried designing while I was studying abroad in Australia after the designer who had been staffed quit. I guess that went alright, though I never really saw pictures. It was quite the experience trying to design from half a world away and never having seen the show.  

Once I graduated college I tried to stay active in theatre for a while. I even designed a (very) Off-off Broadway production in NYC. But time constraints, going back to school and not wanting to stay out late on a work night anymore started to curtail those activities. I hardly even attend shows anymore either. Perhaps starting a career is what finally shook the theatre bug out of me. I still love it though and off and on look for activities to get back involved. I suppose when the right moment comes, I’ll know and be back lurking behind the scenes again.

Don’t forget!….Our View From Here is doing our second virtual book club the week of June 20th-24th. This time we are reading The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Read along with us as we “discuss” this book and are joined by guest blogger Erin!

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A Little Dose of Home

Some of you may remember my post from last year declaring my Phillies fandom. Last week marked the beginning of the Major League baseball season. To be sure I could watch my Phillies in the land of Red Sox and Yankees fans I got the MLB subscription to watch the games on my computer. I splurged and got the upgraded service that lets me watch the game with the Philly broadcasters. One of my friends gave me a cable adapter so I can hook my laptop up to my TV so it’s almost exactly like I watched at home.

Friday night I hooked everything up and settled in to watch the Phillies season opener. As soon as I heard the greeting from Tom McCarthy, Chris “Wheels” Wheeler and Gary Matthews (aka Sarge), I began getting pangs of homesickness.  I’m happy up here in Connecticut but there will always be a place in my heart for my hometown area. I didn’t think I missed too much other than the people that were in my life there. Hearing those voices made me realized how much I miss the familiarity of everything back home. Knowing the anchors and the weathermen on the local news. Recognizing the voices of the local morning shows on the radio. Heck part of me even misses hearing Jim Sipala saying he wants to see me in a Kia (Jim Sipala wants ta see ya in a Kia…god I hated those commercials..if you want to torture yourself here’s the link: It’s Craaaa-ZEE!‘…ugh).

Spring is a stressful time of year for me. It always involves long hours and so many people at work are cranky and on edge. It amazes me how many people in my industry have been doing it for years and still get all stressed and overwhelmed when the insanity of Spring hits. It’s nice to know that when I get home from work after one of those stressful days I can turn on my computer,  settle in to watch my Phillies and get a soothing dose of Philly familiarity.


Ah Citizen's Bank Park, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.


The week of April 25, Our View From Here will be holding its first virtual book club!  We will all be reading, and commenting on, the book Water for Elephantsby Sara Gruen.  Read along with us!

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Reignited Reading

It was with much trepidation that I recently joined a book club.  I’ve never be a part of a book club before, and hadn’t read with a group since college.  I love reading, but generally, I love reading what I want to read.  So surrendering my reading choices to the whims of a group of strangers felt like an odd choice for me.

It turned out really well.  I enjoyed our selection, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, and our discussions about the book flowed very well, considering many of us didn’t know the others.  I joined the club with a friend from work.  The meeting was held at her other friend’s home, and the other members were all friends of that person.   Also, I can’t be entirely certain, but I’m pretty sure all the other members were about 6 or 7 years younger than me.  Normally, this wouldn’t be any kind of issue, and when it came to the book and our discussions and analysis of it, it wasn’t.  But there’s a very real-feeling generation gap I feel with people who’ve just left college. Student life is still very much a part of their life and their thinking, and I no longer feel that way.  All of these things led to my trepidation.

It’s been driven home to me over and over, and I still haven’t fully learned the lesson: it’s good to try new things; it usually won’t hurt and you’ll probably enjoy it.  I did have fun.  I did enjoy the book.  I also learned from my fellow-book club members and that deepened my enjoyment of the book.  And the side effect of trying this new thing: I’m excited about reading again.

My interest in reading waxes and wanes.  Occasionally, I just can’t get jazzed about anything there is to read.  I can’t bring myself to pick up a new book.  Sometimes this is because I’ve just finished something really good and I don’t want to read something that could be bad, other times, it’s simply because of ennui.  Lately it’s been the latter.  But now, there are at least three exciting books in my personal queue.  And, I’m curious about some of the themes addressed in Guernsey. I’m exploring some of the historical aspects addressed in the book.  It also helps that one of my favorite authors just came out with a new book.

And, on top of all these new and thrilling books, I have another book club book for next month!

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Getting my groove back

Last October, I had this thing figured out.  I was doing great.  I was in a groove.  This week, I decided it was time to reclaim that groove.  Turns out, my groove could probably have waited until we had two or three more warm days.

I went running on Saturday, and it was going so well.  Yes, there was still some slush, and the puddles were big, but I told myself, “This is hardcore.  Be hardcore.”  It was, of course, a bit of a lie.  If I were really hardcore, I would have been running all winter, like the other crazies in my neighborhood.  Apparently, I’m not cut out for hardcore.

It all started out so well.  I’m using a 10k interval training program.  I was finishing the final minute of my final interval.  Then, disaster struck; I smashed my baby toe on a granite obelisk.

Say what?

Yes, a small granite obelisk. Picture a miniature Washington Monument in granite next to a patch of ice.  To this picture, add me and my dog, thinking we’re doing quite well.  It’s a recipe for disaster.  (In fact, adding me to any picture involving any small amount of physical danger is always a recipe for disaster.)

This injury hasn’t put me off my Vibram Five Fingers!  Even though my toe is complaining, I still think these are the best shoes I’ve ever run in.  They are the shoes that actually got me running in the first place!  How can I abandon them now?  I actually went out on Monday and bought myself a new pair.

Aren’t they pretty?

So my groove?  I got it back for all of a half an hour.  The rest of the week I’ve been nursing a throbbing foot, decidedly grooveless.  I got a taste, though, of what I had achieved last Fall.  Once I’m healed, I’m gonna go chasing that groove again!


How Does Your Garden Grow?

Back in mid 1999, my family life was a bit of a mess. My parents were in the middle of a divorce and I was trying to find a job for the summer, as well as a place to live for my senior year of college.  I was a bit stressed. I found a job as a lighting intern with the professional theatre in residence during the summer, but I needed some sort of outlet to de-stress. I decide to try my hand at gardening.

Morning Glories, NJ, 2004

Here it is, nearly 12 years later and I have never actually planted anything in the ground. Every garden I have had has been completely in containers. That first garden was a collection of about 6-8 pots with various veggies – tomatoes (3 kinds), peppers, cucumbers, strawberries, and herbs.  The biggest garden I has was when I lived in New Jersey – 41 plants on a 17’x10′ balcony.  It was fantastic.  I had morning glories climbing up the side of the deck, and a variety of other flowers and veggies spread around. I even had a nice set of chairs and a table from my great-grandmother. I would sit out there on a warm summer evening, watching my Datura open at dusk, enjoying the summer.


Datura opening at dusk

I have also dabbled in water gardens. It’s quite a pain when you are doing it on a balcony – all of the water comes from the kitchen sink and has to be carted out to the balcony.  I only really had one good year – one beautiful lily formed and stayed for quite awhile. Other than that, the water garden was largely unsuccessful and a pain in the butt. I was constantly worried about mosquitoes laying their eggs and keeping the water clean.  Then, once I had my dog, I was trying to keep him out of what he saw as a huge water bowl on the deck.

Water Lily

So, here it is February, and I’m itching to start gardening again.  One nice thing about the Pacific Northwest is the length of the growing season – there are already buds on the trees and the first daffodils and crocuses are starting to push their heads through the soil.  Even so, it’s hard to get too excited when there are several inches of snow on the ground.  Thank goodness for the Northwest Flower and Garden Show at the convention center. I plan to go this afternoon and this will be my fourth year in attendance.

Garden Show 2009

There are two parts to the show – the display gardens and the vendors.  The display gardens are amazing, built by professionals around the region. This year’s theme is “Once Upon a Time” and is based on literature.  The vendor side is a gardener’s dream – all kinds of great plants, tools, and miscellaneous housegoods that I never knew I couldn’t live without.  The only thing that saves me is that I take the bus down and back – it’s very difficult to take a tree or other large item on the bus!

So, while it’s only a month until Spring officially begins, I’m already planning and plotting what I will be planting this year.  Anyone have any suggestions?

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You’ve got to be kind.

“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

This is a quote from Kurt Vonnegut, from God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, part of a baptismal speech.   

So, Valentine’s Day is about love, and blah blah blah, and hearts and flowers and candy and music.  It’s actually a day about stuff about love, isn’t it.  It’s not a day about being kind and generous and giving of yourself.  But, I’m not going to talk about the myriad problems I have with the celebration of Valentine’s Day as a concept or as a practice.  (I’m misanthropic in many ways, and Valentine’s Day brings many of them out in me…it’s not pretty, so we’ll be ignoring it.  Thank you very much) 

I want to talk about kindness, which is the manifestation of love, is it not?  Kindness to your dear ones is a manifestation of your very real love for them; kindness toward strangers is a manifestation of a love of humanity. 

This weekend, I found out that the woman who taught me to knit had died.  She was an extraordinarily kind woman.  We worked together on the night maintenance crew at a gym one summer.  Needless to say, we had some time to chat.  She spent the minutes between wiping down the machines or loading towels into the dryer correcting my wooly mistakes and telling me how I went wrong.  I saw her from time to time over the next few years, but I moved away, and I didn’t keep in touch.  It was a sad moment when I found out that she had passed away.  It brought me back to that summer and the frustration that gave way to fascination, which eventually gave way to obsession with knitting.  But it also brought me back to the laughter and fun that she shared with me. 

We all have friends and loved ones who go through hard times.  Sometimes, if someone is having a difficult time, the only things you can do are be available, be accepting, listen and say nice things.  It might not be enough to make anything right, but it’s the very least you have the capacity to do.  It’s not hard, it doesn’t cost you anything.  In fact, there’s an argument to be made that you’re gaining something, too. 

Love (the real thing, not the schmoopy droopy Valentiney thing) is easy to feel, but difficult, sometimes, to put into action.  My point, I suppose, is that Grand Gestures of love and adoration are nice, and sometimes necessary.  But, what people really need is the small stuff.  We need the listening, the forgiving, the patience, the time. 

Afterall, we only have, at the outside 100 years here.  God Damn it…we’ve got to be kind.

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The finish line…keeps moving

I finished.  I crossed the finish line and walked away breathless with my victory.  In a race I run every year, a race against myself and my generous intentions, I usually emerge victorious. 

This is the race of Christmas knitting. 

Every year in (roughly) August, I make a list (much like another “Nick”) of friends and family upon whom I will inflict bestow knitted items as a holiday gift.  The list is invariably ambitiously long and filled with complex and time-consuming projects.  In my defense, I tend to begin the projects immediately after jotting down the list.  This year, socks, scarves and hats have dropped quickly from my needles.  There were moments recently when the end seemed far away, and then, all of a sudden, I found myself last week, finishing my final Christmas project. 

Two weeks early!  Absolutely unprecedented.  This year is going down in the annals of holiday knitting victories.  When they tell of it to future generations of knitters who will marvel at the tale of one woman’s trials and tribulations, her unflinching dedication in the face of nearly insurmountable obstacles, and her ultimate triumph.  There won’t be a dry eye in the house.

This is not to say that I have tamed this particular beast every year.  There was the year that my father received the meticulously wrapped front of a sweater (no sleeves, no back: for all intents and purposes, an apron), which, in my defense was finished and in his hands by July the following year.  There was also the year that my sister got a ball of yarn, to be turned into a scarf or something.  You see, even though I had failed, I didn’t want my loved ones to feel that I hadn’t thought of them.  In retrospect, the message they probably received was more along the lines of, “I love you, but not enough to set aside an appropriate amount of time in which to complete a gift,”  or, “sorry, I had a party to go to.”

But I stand before you today having accomplished the goals I set for myself this year.  Also, I stand before you with a list of three more projects I might be able to squeeze in before the holiday.

After all, it’s no fun if you aren’t sweating it out just a little.

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Descent into Shutter Bug Madness

Since we’re closing work is slow. Mind numbingly slow. It makes me think its time to expand on my hobbies to at least give me something to do when I come home. I’ve been thinking about my hobbies a lot the past few days as I sit idly wishing I had something to do.

My latest blanket I made for my friend's new baby girl.

I’m into crocheting. I mostly make blankets for friends and now their babies. I love being able to get creative with a pattern and give someone something they won’t find anywhere else. Every time I make something new its my next favorite thing I’ve ever made. I think I may challenge myself and start delving into more complicated patterns. Really a blanket is just a big rectangle. I’ll pick complicated patterns that make then challenging but they’re not on the same level as say a mitten that requires the skill to make a compartment for a thumb. A big part of me feels like that could be tricky but an interesting challenge. The added bonus would be having mittens that fit my crazy long digits.

I’m also into taking pictures…not photography…picture taking. I have a small Canon point and shoot. If I am going to call my hobby photography I would need some slightly more sophisticated equipment. I’ve been thinking of shifting this hobby to be more actual photography. I like to think I can take some pretty nice pictures. I love to play with the micro setting and get some super close ups. My parents think weekend patiently waited while I took extreme close ups at Longwood Gardens this weekend of spider mums I became obsessed with.

Spider mum. My obsession for the day.

Trips to botanical gardens like this tend to push the inner artiste in me that wants to be a photographer with big fancy lenses and maybe a beret or an artsy hat (in my fantasy brain to be a full on artistic photographer I must be wearing an artsy type hat…I’m special). I go through the conservatory and gardens suffering from camera envy. My camera doesn’t make the distinct shutter sound that person’s does. Granted in a lot of cases its a digital noise their camera is creating and not an actual shutter but their’s sounds more authentic than mine. I don’t need two hands to line up my picture. I can do all I need with my little point and shoot all with one hand. There are probably perks to this but they don’t matter when I’m in full camera envy mode.

After this weekend I thought maybe I could use some of my upcoming free time and start looking into photography. There is a fear I have by starting on that path however. My brother-in-law in the past few years has made photography a HUGE hobby. He has a mono-pod, tri-pod, mini-tripod, an SLR with all kinds of crazy settings and lenses and lord knows what else. He discusses things like light, F-stop, this camera bag vs. that one, this lens vs. that one. Why it’s best to have 3 cameras for any given trip so you don’t need to switch out lenses and can just change freely between cameras. I call it shutter bug madness. It’s expensive and quite honestly after a little while some of that equipment has to start getting heavy. I don’t think I want to go all the way down that path; also I can’t afford all that stuff.

I do think I’m ready for a better camera. One that needs it’s own bag and doesn’t fit in my purse. One that may not be the envy of the chick in the beret with the fancy SLR but will turn the head of the person with the palm sized point and shoot that makes a face sounding shutter noise. I don’t want a better camera for shallow reasons (allow this post does give that impression doesn’t it). As much as much as I fear all the crazy equipment my brother-in-law carts around with him, he gets some fantastic pictures. He actually sells a couple random

One of my favorite water lily shots. If I had one of those fancy cameras I think it'd be amazing.

ones for real money (Craziness). My sister has taken to gathering his fantastic pictures from their vacations and creating books that are printed up and bound like a normal book. I flip through wishing my pictures looked this good realizing the only reason they don’t is the equipment I use.

Therefore, I think it’s time to look into a digital camera that requires two hands so my good pictures  can really start to shine like his. I’ll just have to trust in my own will power to avoid all out shutter bug madness.  And if I find that I’ve descended into all out madness well at least I know how to crochet and can make myself an artsy hat to wear.

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It’s just a game…

…so why am I so worked up about it?

I played in little league when I was younger. That’s when I started my Phillies fandom.  My dad is a huge Philadelphia sports fan.  Thanks to little league I was finally able to watch a sport with my dad and understand what was happening. I eventually learned football and hockey through many question and answer sessions through many games. “What’s pass interference?” “What does false start mean?” “Why is it icing?” “Why wasn’t that icing if they just did the same thing?” All questions were patiently answered until they finally became statements “That’s pass interference!” “That should’ve been icing!” He’s a proud papa. I never did get into basketball I let him watch that alone.

But baseball was the first sport I really got into.  I got to know the players and had my favorites: John Kruk, Darren Daulton, Mike Schmidt. My folks even took me to a couple games at Veterans Stadium. I remember sitting on a marching band bus with an assistant director and bus driver listening to the Phillies lose the ’93 World Series. When I went off to college I lost track of my Phillies.  I didn’t know who was on the team or how they were doing.  I was too busy with school.  By the time I graduated college I wasn’t following the Phillies at all. I’d lost touch with all of my Philadelphia sports teams.

My fandom got re-ignited 2 years ago. The year I hurt my back. Three months being stuck at home gives you a lot of free time. Regular daytime TV got old after a month and one day I stumbled upon a business person’s special an afternoon game. A break from soaps, talk shows, and reruns! Baseball was back in my life. I got to know the players and the coaching staff again and found I liked most of the people on the team. I watched them all the way until they won the World Series. Yes it is easy to become a fan again when your team is playing well. I saw it as a way to welcome me back. I’ve been watching them ever since.

Citizens Bank Park Home of the Phillies

Last year I went to a couple games at Citizens Bank Park (CBP) and fell in love with the place. This year I caught 3 games at CBP and went down to DC to catch an away game against the Nationals. I can always see the game better when I watch at home but it is fun to see the game in person. Get into the action and cheer with the thousands of fellow fans around you.

This year my Phillies have once again made it into the National League Championship Series  and this brings me back to my opening point. As of tonight, they are behind in the series 2 games to 1 to the San Francisco Giants. I have been a ball of nerves through every game. I know I’m not the only person in the tri-state area that’s worked up over this team. I keep telling myself it is not the end of the world and it isn’t. Even so I will be stressing until the series is over. If the Phillies win I get to become worked up even more over the World Series. If they lose, it’ll be sad but I can look back at their accomplishments from this season on continue on with my life.

This is only a game that doesn’t have much bearing on my life. But still…well lets put it this way. The Phillies just tied the game and my heart is racing. I’ve gotta go…

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