Check the team’s official website. Or your favorite sports app. Or just yell “Hey Siri, who are the Phillies playing tomorrow?” She will know. She always knows. It’s spooky.
But here’s the secret: it doesn’t really matter who they play. Because tomorrow, you will watch Bryce Harper swing a bat. You will see Trea Turner steal second base. You will hear the crack of the bat. That’s the sound of summer.
The opponent is just a backdrop. They are the movie villain. They are the guy in the black hat. They are the Washington Nationals or the San Diego Padres. They exist to be beaten.
So mark your calendar. Set your alarm. Grab a beer if you’re old enough. Grab a soda if you’re not. Prepare your vocal cords for shouting.
One last thing.
If the game is tomorrow at 7:05 PM, that’s the actual start time. The first pitch. The national anthem will be late. The ceremonial first pitch will be a bounce. It’s always a bounce.
Don’t be late. The first inning is when magic happens. It’s when the leadoff hitter digs in. It’s when the crowd roars. It’s when you remember: tomorrow is going to be fun.
So go check your schedule. Find out who the Phillies are playing. And when you do, just smile. Because you’re about to watch the greatest game on Earth. Against a bunch of guys who probably also eat hot dogs. It’s beautiful.
Play ball.
