On Saturday afternoon I spent maybe 45 minutes in the waiting room of the Urgent Care clinic on East Baltimore Pike near Bayard Road while the doctor was tending to a sick friend. The place was hopping: a kid whose stitches weren't quite doing the job, a woman with a possibly broken foot (she showed it to me; I don't know why), a sick infant, and an entire family escorting an older woman with a leg problem.
I was worried about my friend, certainly, but that didn't stop me from being amused at the ceaseless conversation among two members of the latter family. These two guys were discussing sports -- in particular the Phillies and the Sixers -- and if you told me they had written doctoral dissertations on the subject and defended them, I would not have been surprised. Not only did they know every single athletes' current and past statistics from every year and with every club they'd ever belonged to, they knew their contract details, agents and off-court/field antics. They rehashed what they believed to be fatal decisions made during this season's draft, and that of several seasons before. Never, I believe, has the history of the Phillies' farm system been so thoroughly and articulately analyzed. These were some serious sports fans.
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