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The Phillies really miss having you at the ballpark. How do I know? Because they probably sent you that email above, saying:

“Hey, listen. I know things aren’t great right now, but how about we lower the price on these tickets and you can at least come in so we can talk about it. I don’t want it to be over between us, and I’m willing to change. [Note: “Willing to change” is open to interpretation and the decisions of Ruben Amaro Jr.]”

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Whoever the Sixers ended up hiring as their social media coordinator is doing a good job right out of the gate. That exchange above, which came to us from reader John, is some major league level stuff. Take notes, Phillies.

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Starting this season, you will no longer have to be a DirecTV subscriber to have access to the NFL’s Sunday Ticket service on your phone, tablet, game console, and computer. The service will be available to non-DirecTV customers starting at $199.99 for the season for eligible areas. I plugged my address into DirecTV’s service website and it said the service was unavailable to me, but it was available when I used a different local address, so some of you may not be able to access it.

And finally, over at Huffington Post, former NHL player and referee Paul Stewart posted a blog in which he shared a story about the first time he met Eric Lindros, young asshole:

“The start of the game at the Spectrum was delayed several minutes. I had to wait for the red light on the scorer’s table to indicate that the broadcast had returned from a commercial and it was OK to drop the opening faceoff.

During the delay, I made small talk with several of the Devils and Flyers on the ice. I said hello to Mark Recchi and talked to Bernie Nicholls. I then tried to greet the 19-year-old rookie Lindros.

‘Hey, Eric. How are things going? How’s your dad?’ I asked.

The response: ‘[Bleep] you. Just drop the [bleeping] puck already.’

Lindros was apparently in a bad mood because he’d recently missed 12 games with a knee injury, the team was in a losing skid, and he’d had a tough game in New Jersey. This game was also played about a week after Lindros had to go to court in Toronto after the Koo Koo Bananas incident. You know what? Those were his problems, not mine. But we were about to have a mutual problem.

Right off the opening faceoff, Lindros bulled forward and drilled Nicholls under the chin with his stick. I ditched Lindros on a high-sticking penalty.

Before the game, I had brought a tube filled with posters to Flyers’ equipment manager Jim “Turk” Evers. The posters, which depicted Recchi and Lindros, were to be autographed and then donated to a charity auction. I had done a similar thing in other cities, such as a Cam Neely and Ray Bourque poster in Boston, and a Mario Lemieux and Jaromir Jagr in Pittsburgh.

After the game, I want to Turk to collect the poster tube.

‘Stewy, you’re not going to like this,’ Evers said. ‘I don’t have them.’

‘What do you mean you don’t have them?’ I asked.

‘Well, Rex signed the posters but when Eric found out they were for you, he tore every one of them up. I’m sorry about that.’

I never spoke to Eric Lindros again.”