Us love lamp

I took this one in the midst of last night's fiasco, taken just outside my building at Broad and Locust. A block away, people were setting fires, breaking in storefronts, and getting their asses beat by police.

Thanks for posting it to the big board, BDD.

Meanwhile, let me just give a shoutout to Father Drunkmas here:

This guy rocked so much it really can't be put into words. He fucking owned that sweater, man.

We did us!

So that happened.

Last night was nuts. More, including photos and eyewitness accounts from Broad and Locust, later today I hope.

This is NOT beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

Ok, here we go. 1 hour before game 1 starts, and I find myself joining my adopted Philly brethren as a total nervous wreck. My love for the Phillies is what it is: Confused, two-timing, and different, yet there it remains. While I don't feel the attachment to them that I have to the Yankees, the altered reality that has been Philadelphia this October has rubbed off on me. All of a sudden, Philly seems like a place where everything isn't always content with being just good enough. We don't always have to lose. I find myself dreaming about scenarios where this attitude is brought to bear on the city's real problems: corruption, filth, poverty, violence, despair.

Maybe I'm putting too much on the shoulders of athletes. But in a city where the new (in every sense of the word) Mayor is raffling off his box seats, I feel, for the first time in all my years here, a sense that anything is possible. The audacity of hope, if you will.

In lieu of any attempt at rational analysis, I'll simply say this:



(Thanks PhillyPhellas, via Daulerio)

This is my BOOMSTICK

Update (10/15): pleasepleaseplease let this happen.

This is my BOOMSTICK