My Personal Jesus Is Your MVP
For most of August and September, I had a creepy obsession on another human being. His name? Ryan Howard, the king of hitting 500+ foot home runs, clutch hits and the man who made my summer that much more special.
There were about seven games when I started the M-V-P chants in my section. I can at least take some of the credit for The Ryan King's award.
The best part about this, I don't think anyone in Philadelphia really cares after Donovan McNabb snapped his ACL into nineteen parts yesterday.
If I had any extra money, I'd get a season ticket plan for next year.