Punxsutawney Phil rose from his wintertime slumber this morning long enough to tell the world to expect spring to arrive early this year, not that Al Gore couldn’t have told you that years ago. And while I’m inclined to listen more to Bill Murray than an oversized rat - or the groundhog, for that matter (ba dam bum) - spring couldn’t come sooner. It’s not a matter of weather, really. With the Eagles out of the playoffs and the Flyers and Sixers looking more realistically to ping pong balls than championship rings, it’s summertime sport that promises to raise Philadelphia from its funk. Now, I know a thing or two about baseball, but ask me to figure out who to play based on VORP and I’ll claim to have a headache. Look to the sidebar to get some of the best, most comprehensive Phillies coverage you can gather. Here’s what I do know, though: these Phils need to break into the postseason, or the city might collapse on itself in grief. But hey, at least that means we care again.

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