Bob Hurst at the mike.
A 9-3 thumping of the Giants? Always fun. A shamrock-bedecked Phanatic? Priceless.
Tuesday night marked the second Irish night of the season. (Hey, it was such a great idea the first time …)
Even if you couldn’t tell by all the green Phillies caps that it was a special night, there was no escaping the great sounds emanating from the vicinity of Harry the K’s, where the Bogside Rogues were banging out tunes and drawing crowds.
A little later on, several of the area’s Irish dance schools decended upon the field (well, technically, the warning track) to prance up a storm. And roung about the sixth inning, they came out again, this joined joined by the Phanatic himself, who tried valiantly to keep up with the kids.
