Citizens Bank Park, home of the Philadelphia Phillies. On a recent night, the concourse inside was crowded. It was difficult to navigate through the crowds. The smells of cheese steaks, popcorn, French fries, hotdogs, and pizza filled the air. Every few steps brought a new mouth-watering aroma. Anticipation was high. Would I have enough money to get one of everything? Could I eat one of everything and still have room for ice cream? Time would only tell. I had nine innings to indulge.
Zack Wheeler took the hill against the dreaded, arch rival Atlanta Braves for what would be six strong innings of work. The bullpen would do the rest. In person, the light show and ear-splitting music for closer Jhoan Duran's entrance was phenomenal. Believe it or not, I actually like flames and tarantulas. Thousands of cell-phone cameras flashed from the dark stadium's seats as Duran made his entrance from the bullpen. It seemed everybody wanted a memory of the moment. I wanted to know how did Duran find the mound in the dark. In the end, of course, the home team won. I didn't make it to the ice cream. I should have started the night with that delicacy. I'll know better next time.
I saw my first live Schwar bomb, a line drive homerun off the face of right field's second deck. The accompanying crack was heard throughout the park. The ball left the bat like a rocket and was gone in an instant. The giddy crowd screamed and applauded as Schwarber trotted around the bases.
What put the icing on the cake was that as we made our way outside after the game to our vehicles and the interminable exit from the parking lot, a gate rolled open to the preferred parking lot inside the stadium and everyone stopped to see what would happen. A hoard of Phillies employees rushed out to keep the crowd away from the driveway. City police stopped traffic on the street. Then a Ford 150 with oversized tires and an engine as loud as a rocket rolled out of the stadium. Someone shouted, "It's Harp!"
Visible inside the cab was Bryce Harper's profile, the close-cropped hair and beard. He guided the truck down the driveway and roared away. The crowd had one more cheer in it and saluted one of their favorites with a standing ovation. Well, they were already standing, but the cheers were genuine and loud. It was a great night!