I'm sitting in San Francisco, in a hotel just between the poor house missions and the downtown square, and would like to inform "all" my readers that there was a slight delay of about four days.
I'm sure you could tell.
Tonight's/tomorrow's will be New York, followed by Boston, followed by San Francisco (at which I have three days).
Internet's been a bit of a pain, and a little hard to come by, especially when I'm on the road all the time. However, there will be some doubleheaders, some rushed writing, and some lackluster quality that will no doubt make up for it.
Be patient.
Monday, August 24, 2009
DAY 7: No one's ever gone the distance with Apollo before...
PHILADELPHIA
Today begins the first of my double-header, designed to catch up on my four-day rest from filling you in on our antics.
That’s what 10 baseball games in 10 days does; it delays things.
Philly, from what we saw, wasn’t that much different than the scene in “Rocky” where he tells the guy that he doesn’t want to break his thumbs, but that he’ll have to soon.
In fact, other than our cab ride with a Mean Joe Greene lookalike (if Mean Joe had abused methamphetamines), who quizzed on us on local music history of Philadelphia, the city that we saw was really quite a dump.
But I’m willing to let most of this go, as I know we didn’t see all we could have. The Liberty Bell and Independence Hall were left unturned, as was (I assume) the downtown core and affluent area.
However, there’s a little bit of sour grapes felt about the whole experience because we went to part on South St. at the advice of about ten to fifteen Phillies fans and once we got there it felt as if maybe they had sent us there to have somebody else break our thumbs.
Nevertheless – they’ve got a great ballpark out there in West Philadelphia (“Born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days”), and an excellent set-up of three different major sporting venues all located in one parking lot/acreage area – something we had not seen.
Not to mention, this is the 2008 World Series champions Phillies we're talking about, and people sure seem to love their baseball. There's no shortage of irony that we're wearing our Jays jerseys either because, until their victory last year, Joe Carter's Series winning home run over Philadelphia in 1993 stands as one team's greatest memory and the other's worst.
The Phillies tore up the field, though, as the Jays continued to struggle back in Toronto. Philadelphia routed the Arizona Diamondbacks for an 11-3 win, and Ryan Howard cracked a big, big dinger.
And, of course, that Pennsylvania countryside kept us pretty happy on the surprisingly long drive from Pittsburgh. I mean, five hours… I thought only Canada had big provinces, you’d think that if you travelled in-state it would be no more than half an hour...
I must say, Philly was voted so far as the forgettable city in our travels, but I am no doubt willing to proclaim that I will need and would like to hit it up in the near future and let it redeem itself. After all that time in Hollywood’s spotlight, I feel I only owe it to the city.
By the way, don’t go to the famous cheese steak restaurants, just follow the dumb tourist way and get it from the first place you see on the street, or Citizens Bank Park. Geno’s and Pat’s (the two proclaimed golden boys of the local cheese steak industry) let me down tremendously… I mean, Pat’s used cheese whiz and it was the better of the two.
UP NEXT: New York City and Queens Boulevard
Today begins the first of my double-header, designed to catch up on my four-day rest from filling you in on our antics.
That’s what 10 baseball games in 10 days does; it delays things.
Philly, from what we saw, wasn’t that much different than the scene in “Rocky” where he tells the guy that he doesn’t want to break his thumbs, but that he’ll have to soon.
In fact, other than our cab ride with a Mean Joe Greene lookalike (if Mean Joe had abused methamphetamines), who quizzed on us on local music history of Philadelphia, the city that we saw was really quite a dump.
But I’m willing to let most of this go, as I know we didn’t see all we could have. The Liberty Bell and Independence Hall were left unturned, as was (I assume) the downtown core and affluent area.
However, there’s a little bit of sour grapes felt about the whole experience because we went to part on South St. at the advice of about ten to fifteen Phillies fans and once we got there it felt as if maybe they had sent us there to have somebody else break our thumbs.
Nevertheless – they’ve got a great ballpark out there in West Philadelphia (“Born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days”), and an excellent set-up of three different major sporting venues all located in one parking lot/acreage area – something we had not seen.
Not to mention, this is the 2008 World Series champions Phillies we're talking about, and people sure seem to love their baseball. There's no shortage of irony that we're wearing our Jays jerseys either because, until their victory last year, Joe Carter's Series winning home run over Philadelphia in 1993 stands as one team's greatest memory and the other's worst.
The Phillies tore up the field, though, as the Jays continued to struggle back in Toronto. Philadelphia routed the Arizona Diamondbacks for an 11-3 win, and Ryan Howard cracked a big, big dinger.
And, of course, that Pennsylvania countryside kept us pretty happy on the surprisingly long drive from Pittsburgh. I mean, five hours… I thought only Canada had big provinces, you’d think that if you travelled in-state it would be no more than half an hour...
I must say, Philly was voted so far as the forgettable city in our travels, but I am no doubt willing to proclaim that I will need and would like to hit it up in the near future and let it redeem itself. After all that time in Hollywood’s spotlight, I feel I only owe it to the city.
By the way, don’t go to the famous cheese steak restaurants, just follow the dumb tourist way and get it from the first place you see on the street, or Citizens Bank Park. Geno’s and Pat’s (the two proclaimed golden boys of the local cheese steak industry) let me down tremendously… I mean, Pat’s used cheese whiz and it was the better of the two.
UP NEXT: New York City and Queens Boulevard
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