Listen, I don’t know if this team is going to win the World Series, but if the World Series was won on who could throw the best locker room party, we’d be scheduling the parade down Broad Street already. Garrett Stubbs and Darick Hall set the tone early:

These moves at least warrant an audition at Cheerleaders:

I’m laughing thinking about the Phillies listening to Dicked Down in Dallas after big wins and it makes a ton of sense now:

I haven’t heard My Dick in 10 years, but I’ve never been more excited to hear it again:

Brandon Marsh with the backpack dance. Which I’d make fun of, but when you hit a double and lay down a beautiful sac-bunt you can do the Charleston for all I care:


Can’t Barkann just shut up? Understand a moment. Let Dancing on My Own breathe. They’re pouring thousands of dollars of champagne all over each other. Joe Girardi and embarrassment is the last thing on these guys mind:

This feels like some championship energy. Just a bunch of dudes who like each other and want to party. They’ve got absolutely nothing to worry about. A loose team is a dangerous team.