So the 1993 season ends horribly, and we dive into 1994. Things gotta get better, right? Bang.... thanks for playing anyway. The Phils manage to get to 54-61, over 20 games out when.... STRIKE! I swear to God I was so pissed I almost gave up on baseball for good. At the time of the strike, the average salary of major league players was over $1MIL. I'm fucking sorry but that was lame. Seriously, I almost quit being a fan of the game I loved, grew up with, and played for 25 years. And then a few months later, more personal tragedy... divorce number 2. Who could really give a shit then(in my shoes)? Certainly not me. I end up moving out of my 2nd house and signing it away late 94.
The new year rolls over and I happen to meet this 5'11" natural blonde, blue eyed lady who is 19 years younger than me. We click and become roommates etc. My luck, this is the third woman in a row who gives less than a shit about sports, let alone Philly sports. Quit laughing, it's not funny. We manage to get through a couple years, which is better than the Phils. From 1995-2005 the Braves won the NL East. This set me off even more as I have personal history with
going back to 1968. Anyway, we get to the end of 1996 and I leave my job of 27 years to move to *GULP* Atlanta where my lady got a 5 pay grade raise to transfer to. The Diamondbacks had been born and the BOB was halfway built when we go to Dallas . I didn't know how significant this would become until a bit later. Dallas