I don't normally republish 14-month-old Attytood posts -- except when they're exactly what I'd be saying now, anyway. And so with everyone all ga-ga about Cliff :Lee spurning bigger money in the Big Apple (although a larger tax bite -- just channeling my inner Rush for a second there) to instead ply his trade here in the City of Brotherly Love, let's not forgot that Philadelphia's supremacy on the Eastern Seaboard was already apparent back in October 2009, even if it didn't play out that way between the foul lines.

So here's a taste of what I wrote back on Oct. 31, 2009:

This year, the Yankees moved into the House that Madoff Built, a $1.5 billion sterile replica of the legendary old ballpark across the street, lined with luxury boxes for the inside traders and associated con artists who can afford them, with huge blocks of overpriced seats sitting empty behind home plate -- even during Games 1 and 2 of the World Series. In Philadelphia, raucous Citizens Bank Park is our civic temple, a place where the defining image of the 2009 season didn't involve boos or batteries, but a dad hugging his two-year-old daughter after she threw away a foul ball. No wonder New York is so jealous of a city that is so confident and -- dare we say it -- so happy, that is coming into its own in opening moments of a new millennium. Confident enough as a city that even losing this World Series -- which to paraphrase Clint Eastwood, is not going to happen -- wouldn't change that.
And then a year later, depending on who believe, it may have been the New York fans acting like Philadelphians are reputed to be -- taunting and maybe even spitting on Cliff Lee's wife -- that sealed the deal that brought the pitcher back here. But then Lee suggested that day that his heart was already in Philadelphia long before anything that happened in the 2010 post-season. Can you blame him?