Torn: A Tale of Two World Series Cities

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There can be only one Champion, but this past World Series was truly a win for the sport of Baseball. There were no givens. It was an emotional roller coaster; a hard fought battle. In the end, both teams brought out the best in each other. It’s passion that drives us - struggle that refines us. Personally this was a battle of the heart.
I was born in Philadelphia at Albert Einstien hospital in ninteen-seventy something. My Mother is from the West side; My Father - North. I’ve got relatives all over from South Street to Germantown. The earliest memories of my family is from our building that my Great Aunt owned. My first fitted was a Phillies cap. I left South Philly at age 7, but came back to spend the Summers and alternate Holidays with my Grandparents. Philly is hard working and long suffering town. Ask any Eagles fan. Hope is a currency in short supply. From the City of Brotherly shove I inherited an underdog’s appetite - a hunger for more.
I’ve spent the majority of my life in Brooklyn (Saratoga, Macon, Halsey). Like many transplants, I came to the city with a dream purpose. I made my first “G” here, met my (first) ex-wife here, ran through boardrooms and streets here. New York City survival is a balancing act. It’s abrasive, often ugly but one of the best educations you can have. As the song says, if you can make it here - you can make it anywhere.
Back to my divided heart. I have a foot in each city, 90 minutes apart. That’s a hell of a stretch. During Game 3, it was suggested to me by a friend that I ship my body in Philly and leave my head in New York for the parade. An effective compromise, but not likely to happen. Switching baseball caps between innings was another idea kicked to me during the series. Once again, not likely. I’m proud of my birthplace and my adopted hometown.
At the end of the day the song remains the same. I bleed Navy and I rock my Phillies cap on the off-season. Now football? Well, that’s a totally different conversation.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.




























