I don’t mean to brag, but I’m really good at watching bad baseball. Outside of Royals, Pirates, and maybe Padres fans, it’s hard to find baseball lovers my age who have watched more bad baseball in their lives than people like me who are afflicted with the disease of reflexive Phillies watching. I’ve watched the *insert your favorite mediocre 90s Phillie here* Phillies. And I’ve watched the *insert your favorite mediocre current Phillie here* Phillies. I’ve seen some garbage baseball, is what I’m saying.
I don’t mean this as a complaint. Not at all. The Phillies run of success from 2007 to 2011 made for an absolutely incredible baseball viewing experience which was more than worth all the down years. In my experience, watching bad baseball has deepened my appreciation and awareness of those glorious fleeting moments when good baseball actually cycles around. Plus, any baseball is better than no baseball.
But here’s the thing: I’ve recently found myself perversely comforted by the familiarity of the Phillies recent awful performance. The Phillies playing winning baseball is still foreign and unnerving. But losing? I get that. I know how to watch it. I’m good at this. Defensive miscues, failures to hit in clutch situations, pitching staffs getting lit up by the opposition… it’s like a home-cooked meal for me. Sure, it’s a blue box mac-and-cheese kind of home-cooked meal, but it’s comforting and familiar, no matter how poorly it resembles the ideal version of the food/sport it represents.