Are you kidding me right now? Another winning season, all that hype, all that talk — and this is how it ends? First round. Gone. Done. Back to watching reruns of “The Chase Utley Era” on YouTube like it’s therapy.
Philly fans don’t ask for perfection, we ask for fight. We ask for grit. We ask for nine innings of “you’re gonna have to drag us out of here.” And yet, somehow, when October rolls around, it’s like someone replaced the bats with pool noodles and the bullpen with a group text full of excuses.
How do you go from red-hot in August to ice cold in October? How do you let the city that bleeds red pinstripes sit there, all juiced up and hopeful, just to rip our hearts out again?
We fill the stands. We lose our voices. We believe — because that’s what we do. And every year, it feels like déjà vu: another postseason full of “what ifs” and “maybe next years.”
So yeah, we’re F^kstrated, but its because we care. Because this city deserves better.
But here’s the thing about Philly: we’ll be back next year louder, tougher, and just stubborn enough to believe it’s finally gonna be different.
Until then? Pass the soft pretzels, crank up the WIP rants, and let’s all scream into the void together.
#PhillyF^kstrated ⚾💥