In the last 96 hours, we have witnessed the Phillies advancing to their second World Series. As many years—and with an Eagles loss to a team run by a man who still uses an overhead projector at press conferences—never has it been more clear.
The Phillies are everything the Eagles are not.
They are clutch.
They break the hearts of other team’s fans, rather than the hearts of their own.
They realize they have to play both small ball and long ball.
They don't act like every time someone boo's around them, let alone at them, that it is a personal affront to both them and their family. They encourage it especially when they are playing poorly.
They come up large in big spots; they don't vomit.
They know the rules of extra innings and probably know NFL games can end in ties and there are limits to timeouts in a half.
The Phillies schooled J.P. Richardi while aquiring Cliff Lee.
The Eagles were stunned by the news of losing Brian Dawkins to Denver and told the fans Kevin Curits and Todd Pinkston were a number one wide receivers.
Charlie Manuel outwitted a legend with four rings, the winningest manager in postseason baseball history, for the second straight year.
Andy Reid got out-coached by a guy who was the afterthought choice of the most dysfunctional team in the NFL, and who is being investigated for felony assault against an assistant.
They embrace the fans, they don't tolerate them.
They win and let everyone call them Champions; they don't lose and try to convince everyone that they are the "Gold Standard."