Still, Evan's daddy is a realist, so he took him to his first Phillies game last month, to make sure they had at least one chance to see Rollins and Utley in person. They sat in the right-field bleachers at Citizens Bank Park and laughed at the Phillie Phanatic and saw Utley line a sharp single to center field, and Evan ate an entire soft pretzel and got to sit in the press box for a half-inning to see where his daddy works, and when it was time to leave he pretended to slide head-first into home, right there on the crud-covered concrete floor of the pavilion deck, and it was worth the extra-long, extra-soapy bath that night. Every second was worth it, because his daddy was able to comfort him a couple of nights later, when the screaming started again, by asking him to remember their fun day at the ballpark together.