Today I had my 1-month check-up for my broken wrist that I suffered back in November. It has healed nicely and doesn't need physical therapy or surgery...thank goodness. Usually when I go out I'm wearing a hat from my assortment of Phillies caps, or my Bucknell hat. However, today I decided to wear my old school Milwaukee Brewers hat. The x-ray technician, in her late 40's/early 50's, noticed it and said "Wow, an old school Brewers hat, that brings back memories." I explained to her that is the only reason I'm wearing it, because they were in the AL at this time, and I informed her I was a huge Phillies fan. She went on to tell me that her husband's favorite player was Paul Molitor, so he grew up liking the Brew Crew and has ever since, but she said she loves the Phillies. We then got into a conversation about what to expect from this season's Phils. We each came to the same conclusion- improved rotation, pieced together bullpen, and the need for Pat Burrell to produce better in "clutch" situations. Seems like no matter where I go or what I'm doing a conversation about the Phillies is always brewing. At the end of the chat I told her that I actually can't stand Paul Molitor because of the rampage he went on against the Phils in the '93 series while he was with Toronto (12-24/.500 average, with a 1.571 OPS...that's just ridiculous).
Then on the way home I passed a car with a license plate from Nova Scotia. What the hell is in Nova Scotia anyway? Possibly Manuel's brain, Nunez's bat, or David Bell's manhood.