As I walk down Pattison Ave....

Let's not kid ourselves living in Philadelphia can certainly have its downsides.  The murders, the crack, the loss of national capital status, the lack of quality in The Roots last 2 albums, and of course the perennial losers that we call the Eagles, Sixers, Flyers, and Phillies.  The 4 teams combine for 100 seasons since our last championship won by the 76ers in 1983.  Yet somehow this decrepit/downtrodden city still goes by the name of "Brotherly Love."  Few and far between are the times where a 'delphian can truly experience that love.

But tonight as I walked down Pattison Avenue, perhaps the greatest exchange of brotherly love took place.  Mere minutes after the Phillies came from behind to win 4-3 in the bottom of the 9th, their neighbors The Flyers finished up a 6-3 routing to go up 2-1 in their playoff series.  We were each walking as mobs in separate directions, but everyone was shouting at elation at the top of their lungs.

The ride home on the newly renamed Septa Death Bus matched this admiration for the city we sometimes reluctantly call home.   Cheers for the only offs-season team...The iggles raged throughout the subway car, as their were games a plenty, and adults swinging from the rafters as if they were monkeys.  I could only think of 5 words to describe my feelings toward my Philadelhia Bretherin......

YES I DO!!