tory in a bar or at a party, I wouldn't believe it either. But I must confess, I'd probably "scooch" a little closer, eavesdropping, unable to walk away. I'd have to find out how this yarn unraveled.Let's begin an implausible story with a seemingly simple yet complex question.If you were single, never married with no children or dependents, would you, if you had the opportunity, have lived "on the down low" in a secret apartment in Veterans Stadium? In this proposal we have an off the wall South Philly version of "The Phantom of the Opera," but the larger notion this question begs could easily challenge the inner demons of sports fans anywhere. If you had an opportunity to live in a major sports stadium of a team you grew up loving, what would you have done?In my case: I could, so I did. "Truth, always strange, is stranger than fiction." Lord Byron