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Blog: blog 30 x 30 - Chuck Dillon's blog. (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Blog: the enchanted easel (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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i am actually pleased with the way it turned out (being the die hard braves fan that i am....)
i will be framing this over the weekend and delivering it on sunday!:)
i am selling it as a print in my etsy shop found here
it can be personalized with name and even a # on the shirt if you like. hop on over to my shop and have a look :)
as girly as i am (and i am super girly) i just absolutely LOVE painting for little boys. go figure....
Blog: the enchanted easel (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Thanks to a friendly bet between Philadelphia Mayor Michael Nutter – a friend of First Book and honorary chair of the 3rd annual Book Bash – and Cincinnati Mayor Mark Mallory, children in Philadelphia and Cincinnati will receive 3,000 new books.
The bet ran between October 6-10, 2010 alongside the National League Division Series between the Phillies and the Reds in which the winning city receives 2,000 books from First Book. And since there are no losers when it comes to books for kids, the losing city receives 1,000 books.
“When children read, it builds confidence and creates a life-long love of learning,” said Mayor Nutter. “The real winner of this bet will be the many children in both cities who will receive increased access to quality, age-appropriate books. “
Here at First Book, we could not agree with Mayor Nutter more. And as always, we are proud to help support children in both Philadelphia and Cincinnati with the resources they need to be successful in school and beyond.
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This week's Collections object is a Philadelphia Phillies Mr. Potato Head!
Manufactured in 2005 by Hasbro, this Mr. Potato Head includes a Phillies uniform, baseball cap, batting helmet and other baseball related accessories.
Put on your looking eyes and see if you can find it during your next visit! For more info about Hide and Seek of the Week, click here.
Of course, this Collections item is the perfect match, as we celebrated the kick-off of the Phillies' Paint the Town Red Week yesterday here at Please Touch Museum! Check out the picture below of the 20 Phanatic statues that were unveiled, and be sure to swing by soon to take your picture with our very own "Mad Hatter Phanatic" painted by Lorna Kent!
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Um, yeah. Yay! Phillies. Good win.
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My father was the typical Phillies fan. He loved them when they were winning. After a Phillies win, he would smile and pump his fist, proclaiming "All the way, baby! All the way to the World Series." When they were losing, he would snap the TV off in the fifth inning and grumble "Bums! They're bums!"
My father was a simple guy who led a simple life. He was born in 1926 and was raised by his father, a bigot in the truest sense of the word, who my mother called "the dumbest man ever to walk this planet". And by his mother, a stubborn, die-hard, Nixon-loving Republican, who my mother said "was too mean to die". Unfortunately, my mother was right. My grandmother outlived my mother by four years and my father by two. His simple pleasure was watching his Phillies. My father grew up watching and loving the Phillies. He loved to tell the story about how he cut school to go to a Phillies game. He saw a no-hitter and, because he was supposed to be in school, couldn't tell anyone that he was there. Well, my father also liked to make s*** up. It's a great story, but Chick Fraser pitched a no-hitter for the Phillies in 1903 and they didn't have another until Jim Bunning's gem on Father's Day 1964.
My father took my brother to Phillies games at Connie Mack Stadium. My mom and I would stay home and listen to the game on the radio. When I was old enough, my father took all of us to beautiful new Veterans Stadium. My father worked for local supermarket chain Pantry Pride and would get free tickets from his suppliers. My family would usually sit in the Oscar Mayer field box — about ten feet from first base. I remember during one game against The San Francisco Giants, shortstop Chris Spier threw a ball to first about twelve feet over the head of Giants' 6-foot 4-inch firstbaseman Willie McCovey. McCovey looked at Spier in disbelief and my father said to me "He was throwing that ball to you!"
My father cheerfully related stories about Richie Ashburn and the "Whiz Kids" (the 1950 Phillies). He remembered with contempt the Phillies' infamous 1964 ten-game season-ending collapse. Of course, he beamed when Tug McGraw struck out Kansas City's Willie Wilson to win their one and only World Series in 1980.
Sure, the Phils made it to post-season a few more times in the early 80s, but they ultimately suffered some lean years. My father suffered right along with them, cursing them all they way.
I can still picture my father settling down in his chair to watch a Phillies game. He had a Tastykake Chocolate Junior and the biggest f****** glass of chocolate milk you ever saw. To one side there were a few packs of Viceroy cigarettes, which he would run through by the bottom of the third inning. He'd fall asleep by the fifth and wake up in the bottom of the ninth, in time to catch my mom attempting to change the channel. "I was watching that!" he would state indignantly.
Last night, as my wife, my son and I watched the Fightin' Phils stomp the Los Angeles Dodgers right into the ground of Dodgers Stadium, I couldn't help but think of my father. I think my son was channeling my father when he said "I can't believe those b******* are going to the World Series!"
Well, Dad, it's been fifteen years coming.
The fans will probably be all over their case before spring training.
Do Philly fans deserve a winner?