Doc!

Half day yesterday for The Playmaker and The Playmaker's Sister. They each went to friends' houses for the afternoon. When we got out of school, we picked up The Playmaker and went to get our heads shaved and then to the grocery store. Got home around 4:30 and checked homework, practiced math facts and studied for Friday's spelling test.

At 5 PM we settled into the couch and turned on the Phillies game. A little over two hours later, we had seen sports history. (Sports history, by the way, we would have missed had soccer practice not been rained out.)

After the fourth inning, we started joking that "Doc has a no-no going."

After the sixth inning, The Playmaker asked, "Do you think he can do it?"

After the seventh inning, The Wife announced, "At some point we need to eat dinner."

While the Phillies batted in the 8th, we wolfed down dinner in record time.

By the bottom of the 8th, we were back on the couch.

In the bottom of the ninth, we were joined by The Wife and The Playmaker's Sister. The DVR was recording the high def classic. The Playmaker was waving his playoff towel right along with the fans at The Bank.

With two outs and two strikes, Brandon Philips hit a nubber in front of the plate. We all froze with panic as catcher Carlos Ruiz casually and S-L-O-W-L-Y ambled toward the ball. Then The Head Ball Coach screamed in pain as the ball hit Phillips' bat and stopped. Screaming continued as we watched Ruiz fall to his knees and attempt a throw. When the ball safely reached Ryan Howard's glove in time, all of us let out a joyous scream.

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A father-son memory to last a lifetime.