My Phillies fandom was born in the summer of ’93.
There aren’t a lot of charmed stories in the Phils’ long and stupid history, so we can basically just say the year something happened and we’ll all know what we mean. ’72? Steve Carlton. ’64? Black Friday. ’93? Joe Carter.
But before Joe Carter, there was an entire season of the most exciting Phillies baseball people had seen in years, and would not see again for almost a decade and a half. Curt Schilling was one of the team’s major success stories, having a career year, despite some lagging in the middle, and in general contributing to the immense bro-grab that was that roster.
The video yearbook that year features a shot zoomed in on his hat Opening Day (as the Phanaic is skydiving in the first pitch). “WHATEVER IT TAKES,” it says. And since then, I’ve yet to own a Phillies hat on which I didn’t etch the same thing. Then I ruined a bunch of my hats by putting them all through the wash. I forget why I did that.
Schilling has spent the last few months getting sued by the state of Rhode Island and tweeting pictures of his dogs as they grow to enormous size, most likely as a thinly veiled warning to any creditors thinking of approaching his property.
Bentley and Rufus today and 4 months ago twitter.com/gehrig38/statu…
— Curt Schilling (@gehrig38) May 21, 2013
Nowhere in that tweet does it indicate that they’ve stopped growing.
Anyway, if we can put aside his video game company being sued and the amount of money he owes people and just remember him as a roguish fiend of a baseball player; very emotional, at times juvenile, but unafraid and never intimidated. He got his Ring elsewhere, eventually, and he did it by being a more matured version of the Schill we got, if always vocal and uncensored.
Which is why he’s a great pick for the Phillies Wall of Fame Induction this year.
I write with a childlike doofiness about it because I was a pretty doofy child and that’s how I remember his time with the Phillies. I mean, the ending wasn’t so great. And the years he was here were mostly not good years. But if we were putting only championship guys on the wall, we’d be out of guys by now.
Now let’s all sit back and enjoy this news with a nice, quiet review of Curt Schilling’s Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning.