Of course, I immediately had to shove my shoes on and journey down to Broad Street, where I met up with my buddies Michael and Lee. Just about everyone in South Philly between the ages of 10 and 40 had poured out onto Broad Street. And most of them were drunk and wearing Phillies jerseys. There were high fives and hugs, loud screaming, signs held high, many chants about the sexual things the Phils are going to do to the Yankees, impromptu fireworks, dudes running around nearly naked, drunk chicks demanding to get their photos taken by random passersby, broken bottles, startled babies, and tons of police on foot, horse, and bicycle. It was pretty splendid.
I was so jazzed that it was hard to sleep (even without the endless honking of distant car horns), so I was pretty forgiving of the two drivers who tried to make right turns through me as I biked into work today.
Just four more wins to go!!! Gooooooooo, Phils!