I don't want to, but I will. Thanks to my failed World Series bet with Philly City Paper Editor Brian Howard, I am ready and willing to run all the way up to the tarp seats belting out "Gonna Fly Now." Brian tells me he'd be happy to accept as his reward a special delivery of hot pressed Cubans (as in sandwiches), but apparently there are evil, uncaring forces at the City Paper who insist on their pound of flesh.
However, we have to get entree into the Trop in order to perform this penance, and we haven't heard back yet from the Rays' publicist who, for some reason, didn't return our call today. We'll keep you posted — but remember, Philly fans, there's nothing like a delicious Cuban when you feel like a celebration. (Though I know you'd prefer to climb light poles and overturn cars.)
This article appears in Oct 29 – Nov 4, 2008.