As a woodland creature crawled across the backstop netting, everybody looked back on the last time the Phillies were competitive.
You look at him. You look into the beady eyes of that twitching tree-skunk and see the last eight years of your life.
Look at you in college, arms full of boxes, parents bidding you a tearful farewell. This is Philadelphia; you're not in the suburbs anymore, as the security officers at orientation repeat in grimmer and grimmer tones. One of the kids in your Intellectual Heritage course leaves to go buy beer and just never comes back.