Sawdust said to pick any Phillie from any time. Dr. Teeth, the moral compass, says I should limit the team to players from my lifetime, Quantum Leap style. I'm not sure what The Counselor wants me to do, since he was too busy doing lawyer stuff and getting exercise to join us for lunch.
I'll do a position a day over the next week or two. Some choices will be obvious. Some will make you think I fell down the steps and landed on my head one too many times. Some might make you realize I have no freaking clue what I'm talking about.
Feel free to chime in while I dive into the bowels (eeeew) of baseball-reference.com and my own memories to come up with this team.
And when it comes to the Phillies and GOAT, the conversation begins with the greatest mascot on the planet. The Phillie Phanatic has been doing his thing since 1978 and gets better every year. The San Diego Chicken? A hack. Orbit? Kind of cute for a newcomer. Youppi? What the hell was that? The Phanatic makes me smile and laugh every single game. Pound for pound (and there's a lot of pounds in there), he's the GOAT. Why? He's like us. He's a big fan.
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