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The Phillies' Jamie Moyer Ages Like Fine Wine

I am sitting here, wasting away on my couch. It is Sunday night, and the Phillies are in the Sunday-night game of the week, which is about to start. 

I love the start of baseball season. It is the sign that spring (and eventually summer) is approaching. The smell of barbecued chicken, hot dogs, burgers, and freezing cold beer is in the air.   

It is time to break out the jams, sunscreen, and zinc for the old nose! I will be savage tan. I will be golden bronze and ripped. 

I am getting all fired up to watch the reigning World Series Champions, the Philadelphia Phillies. Man, that felt so freaking good to write. I can’t help but reminisce of the magic of last season. 

Everything fell into perfect place in 2008. During the postseason, I may have drank more during the week then back in the college days. I showed up hung over to work almost every other day. It was awesome.

 

In anticipation of the '09 campaign, let's go over the Phillies' roster:

Cole Hamels is a certified stud, Chase Utley is awesome, Ryan Howard mashes the ball, Jimmie Rollins is a well rounded short-stop, Shane Victorino is a quality up-and-comer in center, and I love Jason Werth finally getting the start.

Brett Myers is serviceable, Joe Blanton is decent, and Raul Ibanez was a great pick-up.

Most importantly, though, there is the immortal Jamie Moyer. He seems to get better with age, like a box of Franzia wine.

The man's 2008 was nothing short of phenomenal. The final stats tell the tale: 196.3 innings, 16 wins, 7 loses and a 3.71 ERA. I am not saying he should have won the Cy Young Award, but those numbers are nothing to sneeze at, especially considering that that was his 23rd season.

Just think about that—23 years in the Bigs, and he only seems to get better.

 

In addition to his skill on the mound, Moyer serves as an unbelievable mentor. I know Cole leans on him a ton, and there may not be a better person to learn from, both on and off of the field. 

I am not comparing his accomplishments to George Foreman winning the heavyweight championship at the age of 85 or Kurt Warner leading the Cardinals to their first Superbowl at the age of 50.

I am not comparing Jamie to John Elway winning two Super Bowls in his later years, Roger Clemens taking steroids until his testicles exploded in his 40's, or Rocky coming out of retirement to fight in Rocky IX.

These well-documented events get too much attention anyway. 

His production probably doesn’t even compare to Jerry Rice in his first year in a Raiders uniform, or Joe Montana leading the Kansas City Chiefs to the Playoffs. But in Philadelphia, his season is one for the ages. 

I know he got shelled in the Dodgers series, but he came out slinging in the World Series. It was exactly what the city and the team needed: someone to step it up a notch and keep the winning ways rolling. I am still on Cloud Nine following his (and the team's in general) performance!

 

In Philly, what Jamie Moyer did last year is legendary. He is a local product, so it had to be extra-sweet for him to do what he did at the ripe old age of 45. He helped break the championship drought, and I will be forever grateful.  

Citizen’s Bank is a tough place to pitch, especially when you throw an average of 68 miles per hour. Heck, Moyer probably drives 18 miles per hour on the way to the park, adjusts the rear-view mirror about 30,000 times, and is seen in his robe when he "forgets" to get dressed. Old people are awesome!

Most people in the real world would love to retire the minute they graduate from school, or at least after their very first day on the job. On the other hand, athletes hold on to their careers until they are well past their primes.  

Most, if not all of them, are completely loaded and set for life; they certainly do not need to do prolong their careers. I know they play a game for a living, but it has to be exhausting. The travel alone would be enough for me to call it quits.        

When the rest of the world would gladly walk away from their jobs and move to someplace warm, waking up every morning at six to start drinking margaritas until they pass out again, these guys just keep plugging away. 

That’s what separates them from us normal folks: the drive for success.

Either that, or they really are trying to avoid being at home with the family. It is probably a 50/50 split.

 

Anyway, I love baseball, I love Jamie Moyer, and most of all, I love old people.

Hey elderly folks! Jack up the font on your computer screens to about size 28, so you can read that last sentence.

I said I love old people

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