Philadelphia on the Bay

As you would expect of a Phillies fan, I have very vivid memories of the night the Phils won the World Series last year. I watched it with my wife and then one-month-old son in our strange, possibly haunted apartment way high up in the Berkeley Hills. I went out to our front deck, which looked out on a panoramic view of the entire Bay Area, and yelled a lot of things I don’t remember now about how Philly had risen and the curse was over, etc. It was a glorious moment, and yet bittersweet for me too, because though I knew that Philadelphia at that moment was erupting into a city-wide party of epic proportions, the Bay Area was quiet as the desert, about as concerned with the World Series as it was the latest cricket scores from Sri Lanka. Looking out from my deck that night, I could easily imagine that not only did no one in my field of vision care that the Philadelphia Phillies had just won the World Series, but that possibly none of them had even bothered to watch the game. ...