We live less than two miles from Citizens' Bank Park, where the former world-champion Phillies play baseball. Their game against the Mets was televised last night. Cliff Lee was on the mound. The game was a compelling reason for me to delay going to bed, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I knew that with our bedroom window open, I'd be able to tell from the distant roar of the crowd what was going on. Or so I thought.
I couldn't hear exactly what the crowd was chanting, but I could tell that they were really revved up and I assumed the Phillies, who were trailing when I went to bed, had worked their usual ninth-inning magic. Imagine my surprise when I found out that not only had they lost in extra innings, but that the cheering was for the news that Osama bin Laden is dead.
I leave the judgment to God. I have no remorse or feelings of sympathy for someone who personified evil. I reserve my prayers for the souls whose very lives he stole and for the brave Navy Seals, who had to kill women used as human shields by the murderous men they lived with. By now, Bin Laden knows first-hand how great is our God.