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Last night’s Game 3 was the most entertaining 7–0 result I’ve ever seen. Despite the lopsided outcome, it was impossible for even the most nonpartisan people watching at home to feel anything but feral joy.
That’s the effect these Phillies have on us. They are the most relatable band of ballplayers I can remember. They are having the time of their lives, and they are not afraid to show it—a refreshing deviation from the buttoned-up humdrum we get from most teams. They are large, lovable lads who crush dingers and celebrate every single one of them as if they had just hit the final beer-pong shot after pounding Yuenglings all day long.
