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The Phillie Phanatic’s Biggest Phan

To me, this fluffy green mascot is the real star of baseball’s World Series.
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I do not care much for America’s pastime.

Maybe it’s my Millennial attention span or my general aversion to spitting, but for me, the sport is hard to watch. Every inning lasts an eternity, and sitting through nine of them is like waiting for Astroturf to grow. Still, I will admit to enjoying a few things about baseball. I have always loved hot dogs and sitting outside with friends. I love the pink glow of the sunset over Community Field in my hometown. I love that scene in Field of Dreams where Doc saves the little girl and Shoeless Joe tells him he was good.

And more than anything, I love the Phillie Phanatic.

If you’re even a casual sports fan, you know the guy I’m talking about. If not, you can spot the mascot of the Philadelphia Phillies baseball team this

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