Moments after Brad Lidge recorded the last out of the 2008 World Series and the Phillies were out dogpiling on the pitchers mound, my wife and I turned the sound off on our TV and just listened.
At first there was nothing. I looked at her, thinking, well, this isn't so... but before I could even finish the thought the first of what so far have been roughly 41,000,000 car horns went off. This was soon followed by fireworks, swearing, explosions, yelling, screaming, random high-fives, swearing, people hanging out of 4th floor windows and swearing, accidental defecation, chanting, chanting swear words, chanting swear words from a 4th floor window, far more honking, still more swearing, and man nipples.
It was all too much to ignore, so I went outside to brave the streets of Philadelphia, my home, in attempt to record some of the action for posterity. The following are the worst pictures ever published on this series of tubes called the dubya dubya dubya.

This guy was, and is as I write this, standing in traffic and high-fiving passing motorists. He was/is quite excited.

Unfortunately, this picture doesn't do justice to the 28 Hispanics, all in the same truck, who were yelling and waiving Phillies-related items out the windows. One of them saw me with my camera and waived his huge Phillies flag at me. Hey, you can almost tell its a Phillies flag, right?

Look closely and you'll see a boat on the high seas. Actually, no, you'll see a bunch of drunken Phillies fans waiving stuff out of the window of an on-coming car. WHOO HOO!!! HONK HONK HONK!! Are you sensing a theme here?

Look everyone! Surprise! More drunken, fist-waiving, yelling Phillies fans.

Apologies for the shoddy quality of these here pictures. I'm hoping they capture some sense of what its like out on the streets of Philly tonight. As I write these words its 11:04pm EST and I can still hear honking and yelling in the streets.
Oh, and if you are wondering where all this stuff is, the pictures were taken at 2nd and Poplar streets in the Northern Liberties neighborhood of Philadelphia, a few blocks from my apartment.

Crowds of people have assembled on street corners to waive things at passing cars. This is how we celebrate a world championship.

The guy in the very center of this picture that is too dark to see is carrying a base drum. The gentleman next to him has a cowbell. Together they are making beautiful rhythmic music for which all neighbors within earshot must be thankful. Recall that these pictures were taken roughly 1/2 hour since the Phillies won. And dude has a frick'n base drum. No, I don't know how.
On a personal note, I'd like to offer a heartfelt congratulations to BMFS, Brian, and Tommy, my Phillies fan friends who have lived and died with this team since I've known them all. They all deserve this and I couldn't be happier for them.
NO SLEEP FOR THE WEARY!! GO PHILLIES!! BLEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
1 comments:
11pm? Like that's late? I imagine that these shenanigans were going on well into the night. I hope so at least. It's not like any of these fans will have the physical ability to lift anything with the heft of a bass drum the next time a Philly team wins something.
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