Our favorite tidbit from the lost weekend in Philly?
What's with the grown men fighting kids for foul balls? General rule o' thumb for ol' OMS: if we ever catch a foul ball, it goes right to whoever the closest kid is. No need to hold onto the keepsake like a f*cking moron. It's a ball. Get over it.
Here, kid. Dreams do come true. Now take your f*cking hat off during the Anthem.
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