Our crowd (I am a blob somewhere in the masses):
followed by destruction:
The night the Phillies won I couldn’t be happier. It was the first time I’ve seen people INSANELY happy in this city; excluding the fact that every was drunk and high.
My Phillies Phanny was at 19th and Chestnut when we won. “We really won? Really? Is this happening?” was the only thing I could say. But the walk down Chestnut St was the most amazing thing I’ve ever been a part of. People were flowing out of bars like it was a cockaroach hotel; spilling out into the streets with joyous hoopin’ and hollerin’. Cars feverously beeping their horns in sync to “LET’S GO PHILLES! *DUN DUN DUNDUNDUN*” with people hanging out of windows, truckbeds, sunroofs. Everyone was giving high fives, handshakes, and hugs to friends and strangers alike as they made their way towards Broad St.
Broad was quite fun until I remember I could possibly have an anxiety attack at any moment. Wall to wall of people down the city’s infamous street. People scaling anything possible.
Then it came. The WAVE OF DESTRUCTION.
Breaking windows, uprooting tress. People fell through a bus shelter glass (who in gods name stands on a bus shelter in a group?!). And a few fires and car wrecking to top it all off.
(blabbing: Don’t get me wrong. I like my fair share of the good ol’ riot. But we were happy! When I think of Riot I don’t think HAPPY. I think more of “OMG they took the parade off BROAD ST?! KILL EMMMMM!” Now…THAT’S a riot!)
Then it was CRAZY TOWN for the next three days. Just watch the videos on YouTube. You’ll understand.
I love the Phillies and Philadelphia. But I got tired of the city’s reaction to a win really quick. It effed up my schedule, and my transportation, and my sleep for three days. Besides the night they won and the parade, I just felt like I could not take much more.
But now we have a victory. Hooray.
Do you think we’ll do the same degree of rioting and partying if they win next year?
Dear lord I hope not.
