As I walk into the hotel, a young man looks me directly in the eye and exclaims this.  I immediately think, “What the fuck?  How does this man know my name?”  Secondly, I think “Okay, so even if he DOES know my name - why is he celebrating all of the people named Phil?  Is his name Phil too?”  I quickly walk past him, nodding, but confused.

I’m baffled.  What’s with the special greeting?!

Of course, later when I get into the elevator I realize the following:

a) The Phillies are in town playing the Cubs today.

b) I was walking behind 4 people wearing Phillies jerseys.

c) I am wearing a plaid shirt that, coincidentally, is the colors of the Phillies.

and most importantly:

d) I’m not special.