Go Phils!

When the Phillies captured their one and only World Series title back in 1980, I walked 1.5 miles roundtrip on crutches just to celebrate the victory with my fellow Philadelphians. As the drunkards cartwheeled around me, I quickly realized that a testosterone-fueled mob scene was probably not the best place for a cute 15-year-old girl with a broken ankle to be.

When the Phillies faced the Toronto Blue Jays in the 1993 World Series, I hopped offstage after one of my comedy gigs and raced to the nearest television just in time to see Joe Carter's ball crush any hopes of another championship. I quickly realized that a bar in Philadelphia-hating-town of Pittsburgh was probably not the best place for a weeping 28-year-old woman in heels to be.

In less than three hours, the Philadelphia Phillies face the Milwaukee Brewers in the first game of the 2008 playoffs. If the Phils make it to the World Series this year, I will watch the first few games in Kansas City and then games 5-7 (if necessary, as they say) while in Atlantic City.

Fortunately, I'll be able to enjoy the early rounds from the comfort and safety of my own living room.

My dear departed mother never quite got over the historic collapse of the 1964 Phillies. So this year, as I have for the past two decades, I'll watch for both of us.