He made me laugh. He made me cry. Made me dream of that Brady Beau in left field. Harry Kalas broadcasted the glory and defeat of the Phillies. He announced game after game, speaking to every Phillie fan. But this is not about Harry Kalas. I miss him dearly. And I miss #5. That tall, dark, and talented man. My hero. My heroin.
It's been over a year and a half since I have seen Pat Burrell in those pretty pinstripes. He's off now, living the high life.
If you're listening Pat, I don't have a gay crush on you. Promise. You're just a dude doing it. And loving it. And if you're happy, then I'm happy.
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