It’s SO true about the Philadelphia fans. My wife is from there & she told me how they threw snow balls at Santa at an Eagles game.
I’ve mentioned previously how I was treated at a Philly’s game wearing my Yankees jersey so I believe how they treat Allen.
Far as someone not knowing names I had to tell a neighbor after almost two years my dog’s name isn’t Ginger… it’s Cooper. As you I felt kinda weird but I thought it was time he got it right. Guess I should not have waited that long too. I’m bad.
I'm obviously not a psychologist, but my understanding is that one way anxiety manifests is in the way people sweep problems under the rug/into the closet, to avoid having to deal with them in the moment. The problems aren't gone, and eventually somebody's going to open the closet and see what all is in there, but that's a problem for later, so it's better to someone feeling anxious. That was definitely my state with other Jeff.
This made me smile, Paul. A professor in college once called on me in class saying “Yes, you have a question Phil?” I glanced around to see if he was talking to me, which he was. I asked the question and a few weeks later told the story to my brother, whose comment was “You know, you do kind of look like a Phil.”
That's a whole other angle on this. I agree that people can "look like" a name, but I don't see myself as looking like a Phil. Definitely more of a Brian, for better or worse.
As a longtime Cubs fan, I had the general geographic disdain for the White Sox that most northsiders did. But, I loved Dick Allen with the White Sox - he was cool, man! The iconic "Richie" Allen picture is one of him playing first base for the Phillies, having scribbled the word, "Boo" in the dirt.
Agreed, I put that one on the Project 3.18 Instagram. As a longtime Cubs fan I too neglected the White Sox, but once I lowered that barrier I found a bunch of fun stories. I'll do a little crossover in a future Allen story, when Ron Santo joins the White Sox in 1974. That one won't be so fun, but its still interesting.
I played high school football for one season. They seated us for the team photo, then had us all stay there while a sheet was handed from player to player so we could write out name and number for the caption that would run with it. I don't know if it was my handwriting, or if one of the guys after me changed it or smudged it or what, but I am forever in the football photo in the yearbook at Shawnee Mission West High School as "Phil White." Hey, four-letter men's name that starts with P and ends with L...gotta be Phil, right?
I think it's our destiny. Also, I just asked an AI to list all men's names that begin with P and end with L and are four letters long. Apparently there are NO such names, so we both get to pick again.
Oh “Phil,” this made me recall when I was in college, majoring in public relations, and was doing an internship at a major downtown bank headquarters. My real name is Melissa, but I have always gone by the nickname Meg. On the first day of the internship, they took me around to several floors of the bank building and introduced me as Melissa. From that day forward I was Melissa! It was so odd I sometimes didn’t respond right away. Anyhow, it was only for a semester. Funny the things we get ourselves into when we don’t speak up at the beginning! Meg
Exactly, you only get one shot and then it's set in stone--or at least that's what Phil's 19-year-old brain thought. It must be something about that age.
It’s SO true about the Philadelphia fans. My wife is from there & she told me how they threw snow balls at Santa at an Eagles game.
I’ve mentioned previously how I was treated at a Philly’s game wearing my Yankees jersey so I believe how they treat Allen.
Far as someone not knowing names I had to tell a neighbor after almost two years my dog’s name isn’t Ginger… it’s Cooper. As you I felt kinda weird but I thought it was time he got it right. Guess I should not have waited that long too. I’m bad.
I'm obviously not a psychologist, but my understanding is that one way anxiety manifests is in the way people sweep problems under the rug/into the closet, to avoid having to deal with them in the moment. The problems aren't gone, and eventually somebody's going to open the closet and see what all is in there, but that's a problem for later, so it's better to someone feeling anxious. That was definitely my state with other Jeff.
Loved the personal story, Paul
This made me smile, Paul. A professor in college once called on me in class saying “Yes, you have a question Phil?” I glanced around to see if he was talking to me, which he was. I asked the question and a few weeks later told the story to my brother, whose comment was “You know, you do kind of look like a Phil.”
That's a whole other angle on this. I agree that people can "look like" a name, but I don't see myself as looking like a Phil. Definitely more of a Brian, for better or worse.
As a longtime Cubs fan, I had the general geographic disdain for the White Sox that most northsiders did. But, I loved Dick Allen with the White Sox - he was cool, man! The iconic "Richie" Allen picture is one of him playing first base for the Phillies, having scribbled the word, "Boo" in the dirt.
Agreed, I put that one on the Project 3.18 Instagram. As a longtime Cubs fan I too neglected the White Sox, but once I lowered that barrier I found a bunch of fun stories. I'll do a little crossover in a future Allen story, when Ron Santo joins the White Sox in 1974. That one won't be so fun, but its still interesting.
I played high school football for one season. They seated us for the team photo, then had us all stay there while a sheet was handed from player to player so we could write out name and number for the caption that would run with it. I don't know if it was my handwriting, or if one of the guys after me changed it or smudged it or what, but I am forever in the football photo in the yearbook at Shawnee Mission West High School as "Phil White." Hey, four-letter men's name that starts with P and ends with L...gotta be Phil, right?
I think it's our destiny. Also, I just asked an AI to list all men's names that begin with P and end with L and are four letters long. Apparently there are NO such names, so we both get to pick again.
Oh “Phil,” this made me recall when I was in college, majoring in public relations, and was doing an internship at a major downtown bank headquarters. My real name is Melissa, but I have always gone by the nickname Meg. On the first day of the internship, they took me around to several floors of the bank building and introduced me as Melissa. From that day forward I was Melissa! It was so odd I sometimes didn’t respond right away. Anyhow, it was only for a semester. Funny the things we get ourselves into when we don’t speak up at the beginning! Meg
Exactly, you only get one shot and then it's set in stone--or at least that's what Phil's 19-year-old brain thought. It must be something about that age.