omghidanielle
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I'm not much of a baseball fan. I enjoy going to Phillies games, but mostly for the experience of going to a game. My husband is pretty much of the same mind-set. We happen to; however, live in a city with some of the most passionate sports fans in the country.
When no one was (seriously) hurt or injured during 'post-win' street celebrations after the Phillies won the World Series last year, I was pretty disappointed that I was more or less scared to death of the thought of leaving my house, or, more importantly, to the end of my block (which happens to be a BIG, BIG 'party' intersection). I just sat at my window and listened to the shouting, honking horns, aaaaaaaaaaaand very many helicopters hovering close to my roof, while my cats hid under the couch, probably thinking they were experiencing the apocalypse. I watched a lot of it on TV and was upset that I probably missed out on a very interesting (and different) experience.
So when they won last night's game, my husband and I decided to take part in the insanity and went outside with my camera.
To try and keep the crowds out of the streets, the police ran Caution tape down the sidewalks and the lightposts had been greased (yep...)
but eventually....they gave up
and it seemed like everyone in the neighborhood made an effort to go out, no matter what their condition:
here's a gorilla with a drum:
they showed off their awesome parenting skills:
and, finally
these complete strangers who followed me around THROUGH the crowds, thinking that I worked for the news, begging me to take their picture because they REALLY wanted to be on the news:
I love this city.
I don't necessarily love baseball, though.
but I love people.
They were all so happy!
When no one was (seriously) hurt or injured during 'post-win' street celebrations after the Phillies won the World Series last year, I was pretty disappointed that I was more or less scared to death of the thought of leaving my house, or, more importantly, to the end of my block (which happens to be a BIG, BIG 'party' intersection). I just sat at my window and listened to the shouting, honking horns, aaaaaaaaaaaand very many helicopters hovering close to my roof, while my cats hid under the couch, probably thinking they were experiencing the apocalypse. I watched a lot of it on TV and was upset that I probably missed out on a very interesting (and different) experience.
So when they won last night's game, my husband and I decided to take part in the insanity and went outside with my camera.
To try and keep the crowds out of the streets, the police ran Caution tape down the sidewalks and the lightposts had been greased (yep...)

but eventually....they gave up




and it seemed like everyone in the neighborhood made an effort to go out, no matter what their condition:

here's a gorilla with a drum:

they showed off their awesome parenting skills:

and, finally
these complete strangers who followed me around THROUGH the crowds, thinking that I worked for the news, begging me to take their picture because they REALLY wanted to be on the news:

I love this city.
I don't necessarily love baseball, though.
but I love people.
They were all so happy!
