Curt Schilling, a member of that raucous 1993 Phillies team that won the penant, has announced that his cancer is in remission.
Yup: Darren Daulton is a pitchman for Yuengling now.
Run, don’t walk, to Deadspin’s post about Mitch Williams getting booted from a child’s baseball game for arguing with the umpire — because the pics of Williams all up in the ump’s grill are extraordinary.
For Philadelphians around my age, the 1993 Phillies are the first great Philly team we remember. We weren’t born yet in 1980. The title-winning Sixers in ’83 or the conference champ Flyers in ’87. People in their 20s probably don’t remember Buddy Ryan’s Eagles defenses, unless it’s from Tecmo Super Bowl. Yes, the 1993 Phillies are the First Great Philadelphia Sports team of Millennials.
Some teams are defined by history — as much as sportswriters are historians — by their managers, like Buddy Ryan’s Eagles. The ’93 Phillies were always a team defined by the players — the chest-pounding, beer-swilling, pennant-winning bunch that went from 70 wins the previous year to 97 in 1993. “Fat, drunk and endearing,” was how Philadelphia magazine described them in a retrospective in 2012.
But it’s Jim Fregosi, who died this morning at the age of 71, who was somehow able to manage this team to two wins of the World Series. He was a sarcastic, wise-cracking ex-ballplayer whose attitude seemed to fit the team perfectly.