If you were too young to remember when the Phillies last won the World Series (this writer was three), this was our chance to have championship memories of our own.
I watched the game at Memphis Taproom, where we toasted the Phils win with Brendan and Leigh with Westvleteren, some of the hardest beers to find in the world, made by the clergy at the St. Sixtus Monastary in Belgium. Then we chanted, “Holy shit!”
From there I ran (literally) to Johnny Brenda’s, where I met up with friends. After celebrating at Girard and Frankford, we drove south, met another friend at Broad and Wharton, and marched to Broad and Shunk, the epicenter of so much Philly sports history. You can see the crowd that gathered there in the picture above.
It was a great night to be in Philadelphia and a great night to be a Philadelphian. Way to go, Phils! Let’s do it again next year!
A Two Street New Years got nothin on that! Congrats!!!
It was a good night!