From Philly, With Love and Savagery
With the national spotlight on the city I love and call home, I’d like to kindly remind republicans we’re not the ones you want to try and bully.
I was six years old, and it was game 6 of the 1993 World Series. Our apartment was three blocks from the Cottman and Frankford Avenues intersection, Northeast Philly’s very own version of the infamous Broad Street.
Remember the kid who drunkenly climbed the street light pole after The Phillies won The World Series in 2008, before having the very same people he was celebrating with throw full cans of beer at him from below?
Well, that perfectly sums up Broad Street celebrations.
Cottman and Frankford is no different. I saw the exact same thing happen there with my own eyes after The Eagles won the Superbowl — and this time the poles were greased. Didn’t stop us. Neither did the likely potential of unopened cans of beer being thrown at you for no reason.
I was watching Game 6 of the ’93 Series with my Dad and his buddies, approximately seven city blocks away from the office of a landscaping company called Four Seasons. One that’s recently grabbed national headlines thanks to a hilarious presumed blunder on Rudy Guiliani and The Trump…
