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I have lived In the Philly region my whole life and I have to admit there are some things I just don't understand about my hometown.
What are the top four weird things about your home town?
The Mummers - I just don't understand the fascination. Drunk, crossdressing union guys and banjo music? What am I missing here?
Wing Bowl - I wentto this bacchanalian event a few times as a young man, but I really didn't understand the draw of getting drunk at 5 am and watching guys eat so many cold chicken wings that they throw up.
Parking In South Philly - By all means, just stop your car in the middle of Shunk Street and run in to the deli to talk to Tony about that thing. Everyone will wait for you! No problem!
Scrapple - Ugh. Gritty processed pig parts. If the diner grease wasn't enough to make you vomit, the texture of this Philly Phavorite sure will!
So what makes your home town special? Everyone have a great weekend!
The three voices that I most associate with my youth have all left us now. First 'His Whiteness,' Richie Ashburn stepped out of the announcer's booth in New York City and passed into the night after calling a Phillies - Mets game in the Phils' dreadful 1997 last-place season.
Fresh off calling the 2008 World Series win for the Phils, Harry Kalas died preparing for a game in Washington, DC. I cried that day, and again a few days later when thousands welcomed Harry home to Philly one last time. While we still get to hear him sing 'High Hopes' every time the Phillies win at CBP, I still tune in sometimes and expect to hear him calling the game.
And today we lost Andy Musser, the third member of the Phillies broadcasting crew of my youth. He was always the quietest of the three, the most generally reserved, but I really think he only paled in comparison because of the two Hall of Famers he worked with. His double play calls were as smooth as Bowa, Trillo and Rose were on the field.
Some would argue Musser's voice went silent years ago when the Phillies management pushed him aside to give Chris Wheeler a larger role. I still heard a bit of a bit of it in my mind though until Harry passed a few years ago. Wheeler and Tim McCarver were a part of those broadcasting teams as well, but never really seemed to be as big a part. McCarver went on to make it big in broadcasting. Against all odds, Wheels is still here, over-analyzing every pitch.
I grew up lisetening to the Phils on the radio on my grandfather's porch, and on TV on Sunday afternoons at my other grandfather's in Essington. The silences were as important as the things that were said.
Today, we lost my last link to the soundtrack of my summer afternoons and evenings. I'm sad, but I remember seeing Musser a few years ago at a beer event he was working. Someone inevitably asked him if he missed the games. He looked wistful for just a moment and said something like, 'I'd be crazy if I didn't, but I've got a good life.'
Andy, thanks for all the great memories and say hello to Whitey and Harry for me. I'll have an Anchor Steam for you!
Dilworth Plaza is still an occupied camp as of lunch time today, with about half as many tents in evidence than there were 2 weeks ago.
I took a walk on this beautiful late November Monday, enjoying the bright blue sky and what is probably the last day we will see with 60 degree temperatures until April. There were throngs of people out walking the Center City Philadelphia sidewalks, and lots of them were headed over to Dilworth Plaza, site of the Occupy Philly encampment.
Since the group was supposed to be out by late yesterday, some of the Occupiers have moved on. Others are very much still there. Signs up around the plaza note that the Occupy Philly group plans to move to a number of decentralzied locations once the inevitable forcible eviction begins.
The mix of hard-core homeless to hard-core activist is about 50-50 right now, with several dozen of each group milling around quietly. Police and media are prominently present. There is a much quieter air than I have seen before, no bullhorns or group chants, no music or any really signs of energy.
Warm food was being distributed, a few folks were packing up, and mostly people were sitting around, waiting to see what is going to happen next. I didn't bring my Canon on my walk today, as the big camera attracted some unwanted attention on my last visit. Instead, I snapped today's photos with my HTC Thunderbolt camera. Many others were doing the same thing, documenting what it seems may be the final day that Occupy Philly calls Dilworth Plaza home.
Yesterday I took a bit of a walk at lunch and headed over to the Occupy Philly encampment at Dilworth Plaza, adjacent to Philadelphia City Hall. I have visited four times since the occupiers took root there in September.
There has been some news lately, as just after the election, Mayor Nutter took to the airwaves to declare that the Occupy Philly group had changed, and that given the change he was going to have to start dealing with them differently. Nutter noted issues with public health and safety as well as the group's refusal to move to an area across the street to allow a planned renovation of the Dilworth Plaza site to begin.
The Occupy Philly folks on the other hand have shot back that they have not changed, but rather it's Nutter that has been on the move. Various Occupy Philly members made statements in stark contrast to the Mayor Nutter's allegations. And, predictably, there were some folks in the middle, not sure who was right as the movement heads into the winter.
From my visit, I have to say that the encampment is distinctly different than it was in late summer. Then it seemed like a large portion of the group were college students enjoying the warm nights and permissive atmosphere rather than having to stay in their dorm rooms. When I visited during the day, the core group was a combination of aging hippies, some homeless people, a group of hard-core activists and a sprinkling of young people. All of those folks were there in the evening hours too, but there was also a night-time influx of vocal college aged-students, suspiciously clean for folks allegedly living outside.
Things have changed a lot in the last few weeks. The population of hard-core homeless is much greater. There are obviously people there up to no good. Most of the college students are gone. Many of the older folks have moved on as well. The police presences is decidedly more edgy. The place has the look and smell of a homeless encampment; it does not feel like a political movement from my perspective.
My photos don't show the change as much as they should. I didnt take as many this time and I definitely was careful who I shot. For the first time, I was subjected to open hostilty as I walked among the tents. There were areas where I not only didn't feel welcome, but I didn't walk though because they did not appear safe. It's also clear that there are concerns among those camping there about safety.
I am not sure what the future is for Occupy Philly. Will it be cleared away by force like Occupy Wall Street and Occupy Oakland? Will they move across the street to the area suggested by the city? With the movement continue to with as the temerature drop anonly those experienced with sleeping outside in a Philadelphia winter are willing to stay?
Whatever happens, I do feel like it will be happening soon.
Maybe the best restaurant in Philly right now. No hyperbole there.
Caution - you should know before reading the rest of the review that I am in full-on love with Barbuzzo at the moment.
First, it's a beautiful space. At night it's a bit hard to tell with every table filled from 5 though 11 pm, but stop by for lunch and look around. The place was meticulously put together by people with a wonderful eye for detail and quality.
Second, the food. Good lord, what flavors and preparation. Amazing vegetarian soup is a wonderful way to start any meal. The distinct flavors of each of the vegetables are evident. I also have had a chicken vegetable chorizo soup that was simply stunning.
The star of the antipasti plate was the buffalo mozzarella with an incredible arugula pesto. It's a fair sized meal, or an excellent sharing appetizer, and under priced at $13.
I have also enjoyed the Barbuzzo burger. It's a juicy, tender blend of salty and sweet with a tomato onion spread that makes me consider if it's better than the burgers at Village Whiskey. Maybe not quite, but close. Marcie Turney has an inspired menu and Paul Lyons and Chris Davis are doing amazing work in the kitchen.
Third, the drinks. It's a well-tended bar with every ingredient you could ever hope for. The Sazerac 13 features Old Overholt Rye and a several rather hard to find bitters. There are 6 taps of excellent craft brews as well as a number of great canned and bottled beers. If you are a wine fan, this is a super list by the glass, rivaling any wine bar in the area.
I have had great service in my two visits, though things are a bit noisy and tight in the evening. It's a really fun place and certainly the best food I have had out in some time. Make it a point to get in there! And stop by their website. The blog features reviews by people more famous than me.
It's a beautiful day for a walk, so I took some time earlier today to head up Broad Street to Dilworth Plaza, next to City Hall to see the Occupy Philly rally/demonstration/gathering. Honestly, if not for the police on every corner and the middle of Broad Street, you might not know anything was going on.
From 200 feet away, there was no sign of the latest outgrowth of the Occupy Wall Street movement. On my way into work today, there were helicopters in the air and news trucks everywhere. By noon though the 200 or so Occupiers were mostly surrounded by cops, confused homeless people, citizens documenting the situation, and folks like me, just enjoying the day.
Clearly the Occupiers had thought things were going to be bigger, staging a Medic area, a family zone, sign painting stations and food distribution areas. None of that appears to be really necessary. There were plenty of signs and food.
What there wasn't was a coherent message. Forgiving student loans was a common these, corporate greed another. But mostly the crowd seemed to be trying to convince itself that the gathering meant something. I just didn't feel it. To me, the folks there looked like an odd blending of the kind of folks you see on the steps at UArts every day and some seriously aging hippies. There were also several kids who can't play guitar. Maybe they read somewhere that you need to have guitars at protest rallies.
I have to say that i see this movement as a left wing version of the Tea Party. Nothing too organized, very diffuse ideaology, no center theme. Except that they are angry with the way things are and they want change. Both groups are dissatisfied with the way the nation we live in is being run. Neither seems to have a clue as to what to do about it though.
The Tea Party movement was co-opted by the far right of the Republican Party, and this Occupy movement seems to have been co-opted by labor unions. It will be interesting to see if the unions have as much success focusing the anger of the Occupiers. It will also be interesting to see how many show up tomorrow.
While some might argue that it would be better for the Phils to drop today's 4th game of the NLDS in St. Lois, so they can win it here at home in front of the CBP faithful, I am here to tell you the Phils will win tonight and end this nailbiter of a series. They've done everything possible to create interest and buzz in the first round of the playoffs, but this one is only going 4 games folks.
They've come from behind, blown a big lead, and hung on by their fingernails in the first three games. I recommend stocking up on the Xanax and Pepto for tonight's tilt as well. Oswalt looked great in his last start, but the Phils' bats, especially at the bottom of the line up could use a wakeup call.
The Texas Rangers have already taken one Cinderella out of the playoffs, dispatching the Rays, who dropped 3 straight after opening the series with a win. Now it's time for the Phils to end the Cardinals season and rest up for the NLCS.
It's great being in town right now, with the seas of red on the sidewalks, the bridges decked out and encouraging the home team and a giant jersey making its way around town. I made it down to the staggeringly difficult Game 2, but sadly I have a work commitment, so I will miss out on the action, but thank goodness for my HTC Droid Thunderbolt.
The restaurant space at the corner of Broad and Pine on the first floor of Symphony House in Center City Philadelphia has had a terrible history. The signs are going up today for celebrity chef Kevin Sbraga's eponymous new restaurant in the space. I am looking forward to seeing what the Johnson and Wales trained chef and his wife can bring to the space that last housed noodles joint Chew Man Chu and that opened as the forgettable DuJour.
I will get in there as soon as it's open and get you a review.
First, let me express my condolences to my friends who are Red Sox fans, especially Susan and Paul. Hopefully your significant others have removed all sharp objects from your vicinity. I said a few weeks ago that the Red Sox were lucky to have such a weak schedule down the stretch because they were playing terribly. The schedule wasn't weak enough.
While my brother wrote the best article I have seen on last night's amazing finish to a great season, the chart above came from a great article at the NY Times blog 538, usually on political statistics. Using a slightly tortured bit of math, he pegged the odds of all of last night's games ending as they did at 1 in 278 million.
It was truly a phenonmenal night of baseball.
In all the hysteria, it's easy to over look what the Phils did this week. With everyone from me to Ricky Bo saying, "They better get going, you can't just flip a switch and turn it back on," the Phillies did just that, standing on the gas and sweeping the Braves en route to a team-record 102 wins on the season.
It's a bit sad that Major League baseball, always looking for ways to mess up a good thing, seems to have decided to add another wild card spot. Why's that sad? Because none of the games last night would have meant a thing with that extra spot. Hopefully they re-consider.
It's a busy weekend for me with some work, Panek Oktoberfest, soccer, travel baseball, and Chowderfest, but I will do my best to catch the Phils' games at 5 on Saturday and 8 on Sunday. There's not much better than October Baseball!
We all know what success looks like or feels like. The effusive warmth of accomplishment. The buoyancy of being surrounded by well-wishers. The energy of the celebration.
We all get a few such moments in our lives. Some of us get more moments than others. Some of the moments are more ecstatic than others. There's always a coming down after a success, a period of quiet, of withdrawal. And, at least for me, of wondering. Wondering when the next success will come or if that's it for a while.
Unless you're the Philadelphia Phillies of the last 5 years.
In which case, it's just one success after another, from winning the NL East 5 consecutive times, to having a parade, to signing the best rotation in baseball.
My baseball-crazy 11 year old son John wears #34 for his baseball team in honor of his favorite Phillie, Roy Halladay. He got to witness in person the Phils clinching the NL East over the weekend. It was his second time seeing it in person, the first being that magical Spetember 27th of 2008.
I'm 41. I've only seen them clinch in person once.
Now thankfully the one I witnessed was with him in '08, but it led met to consider how my son thinks about the Phillies and approaches success in general. In his memory, the Phillies have always been a winner. There's always been Red October. He's never known the disappointment of a baseball season that is over before the dog days of August. I am not sure he's ever been to a Phils' game that wasn't sold out.
This run has almost ensured that John will be a Phillies fan for life. The excitement, the passion of the city and region, the sheer joy of it all make it a certainty. But what has it done to prepare him for the lean times that will most certainly come at some point?
Since the stadium is packed every night and the streets of Philadelphia are flooded with red shirts and hats, it may not be for a while. But one day this train will slow down. A free agent will sign elsewhere. One too many prospects will be traded away. Reuben Amaro won't pull off the miracle trade deadline deal. And Red October will fade. How will this new generation of fans approach a team that is .500. What will Citizens Bank Park feel like on a future September night when the home team is just playing out the string in front of 25,000 morose folks?
On a larger note, how has this unparalleled athletic success of the region's baseball team affected what young fans will accept as success in general. Does it have to be straight A's, or is a C in the mix ok? Does it have to be Ivy League, or is a state school ok? Is rec league acceptable, or is it travel team or bust?
I'm just not sure. But for now, it doesn't really matter. The Phils are in the playoffs and (with the exception of the NBA season) Philly sports is in a pretty darn good place. We can all live vicariously thought the exploits of men who make millions to play a game. And for a few more weeks we can savor their success as our own.
There were cars in the lots. "Hmm. That's interesting," I thought. "I wonder what the event is. From up high it looked like the The Linc was lined for soccer and that Citizens Bank Park had tarps around home plate. "Like for batting practice," I thought.
I zoomed in closer. And as I did I noticed the beer garden and radio tents set up near the Third Base Gate. I zoomed in closer and realized I was looking at a satellite image of the Phils 2010 Opening Day! "Holy shit!" I thought. "I am IN this picture!!!"
I compared it to a few photos I had taken that day and then looked around for someone to tell. After exhausting my son and a few other IM buddies, I decided I needed to tell all of you as well. I can't tell EXACTLY what time it is when the shot was taken, but it's a few hours before game time. There are not many people watching BP or Mr. Greengenes, but the parking lots are full of tailgaters.
As I was ordering my overly complicated coffee drink at Starbucks at Broad and Pine, the room went deathly silent. Four Montreal Canadiens fans had walked in and were being sized up by the caffeine addicts.
Only one had the courage to have his photo taken. Apparently the others are home from work because they don't feel well. There was a good degree of confidence that the series will be tied up tonight. Apparently they had been drinking their lunch.
Go Flyers!!!
***UPDATE***
These guys are visiting from Montreal and are actually pretty nice guys. A shout out to the garage attendant at the PPA lot at 337 S. Broad who gave them a hard time but did it in a friendly way. Take that all you folks who say Philly fans don't know how to behave!
I like the concept of Philadelphia's Center City bike lanes. Creating safe lanes for 'green' traffic appeals to the environmentalist in me. The efficiency nut in me though is appalled by the mess the nearly-empty bike lanes make of traffic.
Spruce Street has become a constant center of gridlock, with a solid lane of buses, cars and trucks queued from Old City to Rittenhouse. With an empty lane right next to it, begging to be used to fix the problem.
I'm not sure what the solution is. The mayor has made it pretty clear that the bike lanes are here to stay. The extra 10 minutes they add to my daily commute aren't too bad. I guess I could live with the whole thing if only people used the bike lanes.
And there lies the issue. The lane is empty 90% of the time. When it isn't empty, it's being used as a turn lane or simply stolen by taxi drivers. There seem to be the usual number of bikers on the sidewalks of the city, so I have to assume that the bike lane project is yet another urban transit failure in a city with a history of them.
Eventually the bike lane project will go the way of the Chestnut Street Pedestrian Mall, the Penn's Landing Light Rail line and so many other well-intentioned but poorly utilized ideas in Philadelphia. Until then I will sit in traffic, resisting the urge to floor it and race down the empty bike lane.
We'd been trying to get into Zavino for a few months now. The consistent 90 minute wait times on Friday and Saturday nights were too much to ask with so many new places opening, so we kept moving on. This past Saturday night as Center City buzzed with the warm weather and the Phils drubbing of the Mets, we seemed to have gotten lucky.
After initially hearing that the wait was 'probably only a half hour or more,' we go the news that a deuce had just opened on the sidewalk and we could be seated right away! That was good news since the tiny, almost crowded dining room at Zavino was super-hot and way too noisy to hold a romantic conversation, and I had romance on my mind!
The wire table and chairs we were led to seemed perfectly adequate if a bit below standard restaurant quality. Our 'server' greeted us a few minutes later by explaining that Zavino had complimentary still or sparkling water. I asked if he was hustling nodding at the full restaurant and he faked a laugh and splashed some into our glasses and disappeared.
Time passed.
Our 'server' returned to ask what we want to drink. I asked him about what rye they use in the Sazerac cocktail on the menu. He looked at the sky and sighed. "No. It varies," he said. No offer to find out, no admission that it was odd he had no idea. I said ok, the Sazerac was fine. My lovely date ordered a Troeg's Dreamweaver and our 'server' stormed off. No inquiry about whether we wanted an appetizer, no refill on the water.
A few minutes later, the beer was dropped without comment or eye contact and we were left to gaze at the woeful 12 ounce mug of Dreamweaver that still managed a 2 inch head. More time passed and the exceptionally well-made Sazerac was abandoned to the table for my further contemplation. And we had plenty of time to contemplate those drinks. About about 20 minutes later, a hostess noticed four empty glasses on our table and refilled the water and too refill orders for the bar.
Then a strange thing happened. The 'server' showed up, and asked if we were ready to order. No. That's not the strange part. The strange part was that when I said yes, the hipster-turned-hopefully-soon-to-be-unemployed-waiter got his pad out, looked to his left and walked away as I ordered. I've never seen anything like it.
A full 33 minutes after he took our drink order, and after ducking past our table numerous times, the young miscreant finally decided we had waited long enough to be allowed access to actual food. We ordered appetizers and then had to nearly physically restrain him to put in our entree order at the same time.
After first getting the wrong food to the table, we got the grilled zucchini (her)
and the prosciutto (me) for our first course. We'd been on there more than an hour at the point both appetizers finally made it to the table. Sadly the food was not memorable. The zucchini was shockingly flavorless, in a melange of oil and grated pecorino and romescu cheeses served cold. The 7 delicate slices of prosciutto were a nice portion, but simply could not stand up to the scorchingly hot day they had apparently had.
We were starving, so we ate.
The pizzas arrived comparatively quickly, but still a few minutes apart.
I had the polpettini, which was a crispy pie with huge fresh basil leaves, provolone cheese, red sauce and near-microscopic veal meatballs. It was sadly average, and depressingly was the best food we had all night. My lady had the Kennett, with three different mushrooms over a bland white sauce and burnt crust.
Once again, we were starving, so we ate.
A few words about the restaurant itself. The door area is cramped, with the appetizer station immediately to your right as you come in. The tables are arrayed to the left, with windows onto Sansom Street. The bar is a fairly ample expanse of white marble for such a small room. You have to walk through the server area to get to the bathrooms, where the sinks are rather oddly outside the toilet rooms. The outdoor seating is along Sansom Street and is hampered by a narrow, sloping sidewalk. The fits and finishes of the spaces are very well executed and it has a nice atmosphere overall.
The upshot of the night is that we could have handled poor service or average (to below average) food, but not both. It's pretty clear that the ownership group is pushing the ability of the kitchen to get food out and the staff to serve the space they have. I assume that the problem is there are barely enough seats to make the space profitable and that the kitchen is undersized. The fix is to short staff the front and overwork the kitchen. I know the owner is the chef, but he's missing some of the fine points on quality control.
While I left a perfectly appropriate 15% tip, I will admit leaving a rather scathing note about our waiter with the hostess stand. Hopefully someone reads it. It's pretty bad when you watch another 2 person table get seated after you with the same waiter, get drinks, appetizers and dinner all before you and leave before you have gotten a check.
I generally don't read the reviews of a place until I wrote my own, but now that I do, apparently our visit may have been an isolated experience. I'm not sure it's worth going back to find out.
Occupying the space formerly known as DuJour at Broad and Pine, Chew Man Chu is a welcome addition to the foodscape on the Avenue of the Arts.
Kristin was my perky guide to the menu and she let me know that the portions were fairly large and would be served as the kitchen prepared them rather than in courses. She approved my selection of Ox Tail Soup Dumplings and Chicken Satay Salad.
I was attentively hovered over for the 20 minutes it took for the food to come out. The chicken was grilled in a very sweet sauce and presented on skewers with a generous helping of sweet peanut satay. The 'salad' portion was a pile of crisp sliced cucumbers and red onion.
The four golf-ball sized dumplings were served in an over-large bowl and swam in a tarragon, wine, vinegar and ginger broth.
The dishes were nicely prepared and presented, but the chicken was overly sweet. There was no easy way to eat the large cuts of chicken without a knife to cut them up. I thought the use of the word 'salad' was a bit of a stretch.
The meaty dumplings were quite good, but varied a bit in temperature. The savory broth was an excellent counter to the chicken.
The place is owned by the same group that owned the predecessor restaurant. They have remodeled a bit, adding a full bar with 6 seats featuring wine, bottled beer and cocktails.
Overall, Chew Man Chu is worth a look. The food and ambiance are quite chic and there is nothing like it in the area. The staff is friendly and helpful and you get a good bit of food for your money.
Chew Man Chu is set to open this week at Broad and Pine at Symphony House. The space has been vacant only a month since the closing of DuJour. Chew Man Chu appears to fix the prior outlet's error of not having a bar.
Things look a little harried and hurried today, but I will have a review when they open!
I recently said in this space that I thought that "There has been a subtle chilling effect on personal conduct that I
attribute largely to the prevalence of cell phone cameras and social
media sites."
Given last night's celebrations of the Phillies winning the National League Championship Series and the subsequent displays of public stupidity, i am forced to reflect that people are basically capable of anything when you add enough alcohol to the mix.
Hat tip to meech.one at The Fightins for the clip.
Earlier this week you might have seen the post I had about the display celebrating the coming of Autumn in front of Marc Vetri's restaurant on Spruce Street. There was an array of flowers, a dozen or more pumpkins and a box of apples for passers by to sample. Sadly some cretins smashed the pumpkins and stole the apples and we are left with only the flowers.
This pisses me off. You've got a guy trying to do something nice for his neighbors and the community and some clueless jerk shows us his true colors by destroying it. Classy!
So this leads me to this week's Fantastic Four:
What four things piss you off the most?
Senseless destruction - this one tops it all for me
People who spoil secrets. - just plain old mean
People who don't clean up after their dogs. How about I come over and take a dump on YOUR lawn?
Littering - you can't wait until you get home to toss your Big Gulp cup? You gotta throw it out the window?
A bit of a downer way to start the weekend, but please go forth and enjoy!
I kinda saw this one coming, but it still stung when my brother Matt called me and told me that Jody MacDonald, perhaps my favorite sports talker in the business had just signed off for the final time on his WPEN 950AM show.
I've listened to Jody for 20 years, first catching his overnight show on WFAN when I was working overnights. Later, when he was hosting mid-days on 610 WIP, we met when he came to the college radio station I worked at. I still caught his show a good bit when he departed for WFAN, but I was thrilled in 2005 when WPEN made Jody the centerpiece of its switch to sports radio and put him on afternoon drive against Howard Eskin.
As much as I love listening to the guy, he was never the brash, confrontation host that radio GMs and PDs seem to want these days. Wry and funny and full of substance, his shows are for the serious sports fan. So it came as no surprise when the station brought in Mike Missanelli and moved Jody to mornings.
When the move to mid-days came after his heart bypass surgery and he was paired with Harry Mayes, the writing was on the wall. Jody was playing out the string here in Philly and even his most frequent listeners knew it.
I will say here today that I am about done with 950. I used to be a big Misanelli fan, but his show seems sophomoric and silly. The station that said it would never insult its listeners and would be a different kind of sports talk is now just a poor second rate imitation of 610, the much-diminished giant of Philly sports talk.
My best wishes to Jody MacDonald and his family. I will be listening on Sirius and on 1050AM.
Every time a Philly sports team makes the playoffs the sports fans of this town are forced to endure a national cliche fest that paints us all as grade school dropouts who threw snowballs at Santa, booed Jesus in the manger, wear white sheets and pointed hats to games and hate anyone not named Rocky Balboa.
This week's drive by assassination of Philadelphia sports fans comes to us courtesy of Fox Sports' Ian O'Connor. This pretentious ass gets his though from an anonymous blogger named Gimpy von Hogaknocker who takes apart O'Connor's overwritten bag of BS on a line-by-line basis.
It's not just the best Philly sports blog post every (sorry E and Matt), it's not just the best sports blog post ever. It's the best fucking blog post ever. Period.
I'm pretty quick to jump on journalists when they mail one in, so I thought I'd take a moment today to compliment a stunning piece in today's Inquirer.
Melissa Dribben brings light to the sad story of Zal Chapgar, a young man who most of us knew only as the person who threw himself from the Lowes Hotel in Philadelphia earlier this month. Her prose is warm and empathetic, but also weighty with resolve to tell the tough parts of the story as well.
I'm not going to do a capsule here, I can't possibly do it justice. Just go here and read it. It's Dribben's best work in years.
Yesterday was quite a day. I ran hither and yon, picking John up in the Pine Barrens, both of us driving into Center City in what was really a very normal commute given that 2 million other folks were headed to town. We had some fun with the UArts folks and hung out on the steps of Hamilton Hall basking in the sunlight of the best fall day in memory.
The crowd was raucous but well behaved save one small incident that Philadelphia Police handled perfectly. The brawlers were identified, cuffed and taken away in paddy wagons as the crowd chanted "ASSHOLES." The arresting officers were warmly cheered by throngs along the 300 block of South Broad Street.
After what seemd to be an interminable procession of helicopters, tow trucks, the media, motorcycle cops, segways, horses and police cars, The Budweiser Clydesdales pulled Pat Burrell, his hot wife and Elvis thought the ecstatic screaming throng who at that moment whould have personally paid him $15 million per year for 4 years. It ain't happening and this would mark his brightest moment as a Phil, but it was nice to see the fans acknowledge his years with us.
We cheered our heroes and took our pictures and held each other, trying to imprint the moment in our memories forever. And we held open our hopes for more parades. In January and April and next October.
I've had some very good days in my life. Meeting a president. Making out with a girl the first time. Winning a scholarship to college. The day my son John was born. The day my daughter Emma came home from the NICU. The day I got married. The day my divorce was finalized. Cutting down the nets in the old Sacred Heat Gym at Cabrini. Playing Torrey Pines. Driving the Green River Valley. Sitting in the rain at Fenway.
But none of those days compared to yesterday. The anticipation built all day. Coming back into Philadelphia from Toronto, I drove past the stadiums and knew in that instant daydreamed of a parade Friday. My son babbled for an hour as we drove home and his innocent certainty was infectious. The Phils were going to win.
I've been racking my brain all day. Trying to think of a moment in my life that meant more to me than listening to Harry Kalas on the call as John and I held each other and jumped up and down in rapture.
I can't believe that Major League Baseball let that game go on last night. Yeah I know they didn't want to call it and have the Phils win a tainted World Series title, but to let it go on in a complete monsoon was ridiculous and dangerous.
I know that fans are angry, and so are the players, but I am in the odd position of being happy. since I am out of town, MLB's moronic decision making process last night will give me the chance to perhaps be in town when the rains let up on Wednesday. Regardless, I'll be home for the parade.
There is a god and he wants me to see the Phils win the world series in person.
I'm sitting in my brother's living room at 3447, where I have probably watched more baseball than any other single place on earth.
As a child, this was the room where I watched Phillies pre-season games with my grandfather when I was 'home sick' from school. I watched about a million Sunday afternoon games with the late afternoon sun slanting through the picture window, all but obscuring the image on the giant wooden console television. I became a fan of Harry Kalas and developed my hatred of Chris Wheeler right here.
On the day my brother Matt was born, October 16, 1979 I remember John 'The Candy Man' Candelaria blanked Jim Palmer and the Baltimore Orioles while my sister Carin slept on the couch in this very room. I brought my grandfather several Genny Cream Ales. I didn't drink a drop.
Tonight, I am confident that the "Good Brett' Myers will show up and the Phils big bats will wake up to take a 2-0 lead on the Rays in St. Pete. The cowbells will again be silenced. Thanks to Heidi for the great dinner of chicken, excellent potatoes and green beans!
My grandfathers will be smiling. It is altogether fitting and proper that I should be here tonight.
We all knew it was coming. Up 3-1 on a team that didn't seem to have the heart, we KNEW it was going to happen. But dawn today still seems a little bit surreal as I watch the celebrations in Mayfair and on Broad Street last night.
My friends over at The700Level have great coverage this morning and I encourage you to take a look. John and I are enjoying the coverage on ESPN and Fox 29.
This team still has a lot to do as it readies for the Devil Rays or BoSox. Charlie's mom and Shane's grandmother must be laid to rest. We need to figure out who the third starter it. We need to think about a right-handed DH.
But right now we can celebrate the Phils and their first trip to the World Series since my brother Matt was 14. Today's his birthday and this is a fitting present.
Sarah Palin. Yup. McCain's disastrous choice for veep will be in Philly again. I can't say I understand what Ed Snider is thinking. Why in the world would you pick this twit? Maybe she's into rich old guys. Ed Snider. John McCain. Both old and rich. Hmmm.
Come on Flyers fans, show your true colors. Boo your lungs out!!!
We were amidst the mayhem last night as the Phils brought home their second straight NL East Division Crown and then unfurled the banner on the field for the 45,122 Phans who got to watch it live. My brother Matt has a nice wrap up over at The700level.com, but I am going to give you the inside story.
My son John and I got a pair of $20 tickets in the 400 level by simply calling the Phils at 10 am. The seats were great. In the third row and on the aisle. We bummed around for a bit, watching college football and then decided we couldn't wait anymore. We packed some rain gear and the camera into the bag we always take to games (Fenway, Camden Yards, Yankee Stadium, CBP, some minor league parks) and headed over the bridge.
Michael Bradley led off The Jody Mac show on 950 ESPN today here in Philly by saying that Jody should be back next week for the Phils playoff run.
Jody has been home in South Jersey recovering from an August quadruple bypass, so it comes as great news to get a message from him reporting a 20 pound weight drop and to hear he's headed back to the air soon. I can't imagine the big guy not running out to sneak a smoke on breaks, but he'll have to or risk the wrath of his wife and daughter is my guess.
The Philadelphia Mural Arts project at Vetri on Spruce St. near 13th is nearing completion. While there was virtually no activity on the project for August and the early part of September, a team of artists has been working each day to finish the food-related mural.
The horizontal concrete repair appeared last week and I would imagine the artists will go back and touch it up after they complete the top center section. it's been very interesting to watch this mammoth work unfold across the 3 story wall that I see each day on my way home.
While there's no work going on today due to last night's wild weather, the mural at Vetri has taken a few steps
forward since I last posted. Some figures have begun to emerge from the wall. While I can't say exactly what the guy on the lower right is doing, there does appear to be a fatherly chat going on in the upper center.
You can see the number/letter gridding system in orange. That still fascinates me. No one is ever here working when I walk by. I'm hoping to see some there so i can learn a bit more about the approach they use to make ths massive paintings.
I have always wondered how mural artists figure our how to cover an entire building with a giant painting. How do they keep things in perspective? How do they know that it's not going to bleed off the the top?
recently the wall of Vetri on Spruce Street in Center City has been undergoing a renovation. They fixed some holes and cracks, then put a full skim coat of new concrete over the wall, smoothing it perfectly. They a woman and 2 guys put 2 coats of paint on it.
Hmm - that's nice I thought. But why? The other wall wasn't in bad shape.
Yesterday, things got clearer for me, when a grid of lines went upon the wall and some broad-stroke sketching appeared in black.
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I'm going to get to walk past it every day and see it grow. Apparently what they do to transfer a drawing to the massive mural scale is work on a grid system. The original drawing is pained on a grid, and each grid square is transferred separately to the wall. Thus, they aren't trying to re-create an entire work of art on a grand scale, rather just re-creating it a grid box at a time.
That way, the scale and detail of the picture gets brought to the wall without distortion or losing impact.
Coming off another 0 fer night, bringing the hitless streak to 0-23, Chase Utley will ride the pine tonight in the second game of the Phils' series against the AnaheimCalifornia LA Angels. Chutley has looked positively clueless at the plate recently, so a night off against tough lefty Joe Saunders is probably a good thing.
Let's hope the Phils decide that it's time to shake off the recent doldrums and take one tonight against the Angels. Whereever they're from.
Last Friday Another Delco Guy and The GF needed a night out after a long week, so we decided to hit a few different spots in Philly to enjoy, relax and unwind.
We started at our old standby, Valanni, where we sat at the newly expanded bar and gawked at how different the crowd is. Char wanted a drink the P.I.N.K Vodka rep had pushed at Valanni's grand opening, but got something entirely different. There seem to be differences between the P.I.N.K version of Pink my Ride and Valanni's. Not good. I sacrificed and drank it and she had a Blanche de Bruxelle from the cool frozen cobra taps. Good beer was spoiled when we were surprised by a former colleague sitting down next to us. She doesn't work for me anymore. It was simply awkward to have someone sitting next to you ignoring the situation. Brecian helped things with a healthy pour of Maker's Mark, but Fired Fraulein and her date ordered food. We paid and left. Not a good night at the Big V.
I had heard some good things about the new pub Devil's Den, so we headed to South Philly. After nearly walking by the place since it only has a chalk board on the street as a sign, we were pleasntly surprised to find 16 beers on tap and old friend and fellow Delco Guy Randy Walker behind the 15 seat bar. After trying a few of Randy's suggestions, Char passed on a Hennepin in favor of an EXCELLENT Ayinger Brau Weisse and I went with a Maredsous 8. Anytime you can get two beers of this quality on tap, things are looking good.
Then we ordered the Mussels au Lager. We should have stopped with the beer. Char's second shell creature was so bad it made her gag. I had a few good ones before I had to admit some were good and some were just plain awful. It seemed as though a good batch was mixed in with an old batch. I soldiered on, while Char ate the very good fries while passing on the below-average side of mayo.
The mussles necessitated a trip to the very nicely done bathroom, and we paid up and headed out. While I loved the location, ambience, beer selection and HD TVs, bad mussles and good beer is a combination I can find lots of places. Given that friends had a similar recent experience at Devil's Den, I'm not sure I can recommend the food. Do drop in and see the proud new papa behind the bar though!
I was itching to fill my newly-emptied stomach. As cliched as it is, we headed to Oregon Avenue and Tony Luke's Beef and Beer Sports Bar. Our chatty and speedy waitress Gina was a wonderful little slice of South Philly, exclaiming "Now we're talking baby!" when I ordered my roast pork with sharp provalone and brocolli rabe. Char had what she said was the best cheesesteak of her life, with American, mushrooms, sauteed onions and long hots. I paired mine with, what else, a Yeungling and Char had a Blue Moon Belgian Wheat that couldn't hold a candle to the two awesome Belgian-style whites she had earlier.
The sandwiches were perfect. The rolls had just enough body to soak up the juices from the perfectly cooked meats. There was the dead-on mix of cheese and broc rabe on mine, while Char just kept going "MMMMHHH! MMMMMMMMHHHHH!!!!," so I can only assume it was good too. She wouldn't let me near it.
The place ain't pretty though. It's situated in the shadow of I-95, the bathroom has no hot water and the interior decor consists of a concrete floor, TV sets and neon beer signs. You don't come here for the looks, though. It's the food that made the original place across the street famous and the food is the reason people come to the new joint.
At the end of the night, we'd been to three very different Philly food and drink experiences. First, an established Center City place stuggling to decide if it's a chic cocktail joint or a serious restaurant. Second, a fairly new place in South Philly that shows promise as a beer hall but has yet to work out the menu kinks. Finally, the beer-serving extension of a venerable sandwich shop. Each had its positives and negatives, but at the end of the night I was left wondering, "Where SHOULD we have gone?"
I learned the hard way a few years back to always make sure I log off my email when I step away from the
computer. The FBI seems to think that Larry Mendte didn't learn that lesson until this week.
A Philly.com story today notes that the FBI was called into the Larry Mendte - Alycia Lane email case when a CBS3 staffer found a computer logged into Lane's Yahoo Mail account months after the station had fired her. The staffer let Lane know. No one is saying WHO exactly called the FBI, but Mt guess is the station wanted to make sure it wasn't on the hook for this one and made sure it was covered by getting the feds involved.
Delco Guy Mendte is in trouble here. The feds have been on this for months. He's off the air until it gets cleared up. His wife is still on the air over at Fox29, but my guess is that she is SERIOUSLY pissed. I'm not thinking 29 is going to pick Mendte up to fill the Huddleston gap.
Fellow Delco Guy Larry Mendte, anchor on CBS3's evening newscasts and husband of Channel 29 anchor (and super hottie) Dawn Stensland, is in hot water with the FBI.
Philly.com is reporting that the FBI is investigating Mendte for possibly reading former co-worker Alycia Lane's private email. On Thursday, FBI agents seized Mendte's personal computer at his home. His lawyer confirmed it. You might remember Alycia Lane from her own e-mail scandal where she sent racy pictures to sportscaster Rich Eisen, whose wife found them. Oh. and that incident with the NYC cop.
This looks bad. First, the feds do A LOT of homework before they make a move. They're darn sure they have Mendte here. Secon, he's a journalist and they took his personal computer. That's a pretty touchy area and I've got to think that the judge issuing the search warrant gave this some careful review.
Why do I care beyond the obvious prurient interest? Mendte grew up in Lansdowne, Delaware County and went to nearby Monsignor Bonner High School. He's always seemed like a good guy to me. I can't imagine why a guy like him would get involved in a mess like this. He's off the air at CBS3 right now, but his bio is still up on the website. So was Alycia Lane's for a week or so before she got her walking papers.
The Phils took care of their end of the Philly sport double-header today, downing the Astros 10-2 behind great work on the mound by Brett Myers. Things are crazy down here in the stadium area with Flyers fans pouring in and Phils Phans celebrating.
Let's hope the Flyers can hold up their end of the deal tonight and go up 3-1 on the Caps tonight.
Apparently the magic has run out at Philly's 5-star Le Bec Fin. Channel 6, WPVI-TV is promoting a "blockbuster" announcement on the Georges Perrier attraction that started the restaurant revolution on Philadelphia.
Philly.com is reporting that the story is that the Walnut Street flagship will likely close. Recent reports have noted fairly small dinner crowds and the end of the $100 price fix lunch.
I've never had dinner there and I am sorry to have missed it, but the lunches were something very special!
UPDATE
Le Bec Fin won't close, but Perrier will acknowledge that restaurant dining has changed. He's giving back his stars, going to an a la carte menu, dropping the lavish table trappings and shooting for a younger crowd. Lighter fare will also be part of the overhaul.
The last time Perrier did an overhaul, he spent $1 million to re-make the Center City jewel in his restaurant crown and became the only chef ever to win back a lost star from Michelin. My guess is that this set of changes will be less successful, but will save the Perrier flagship. I'll try to get there soon to let you know first hand how the changes come off.
While the day ended badly for Phils fans as Tom "gasoline" Gordon blew up, surrendering 5 runs and losing the opener for the Phightins, it was still a fun day.
Matty and I had a great time in the parking lot for the pre-game, hanging with some of Philly's pre-eminent sports bloggers, Enrico and Meech plus Coaches Rowe and Mack and a bunch of others. We enjoyed the festivities, stayed dry during the game, and headed to McFadden's for a post game of Jody Mac and Mr. Greengenes.
It was my third straight Phils Opening Day and I still have not seen a win. One of these days...
So the Phils sucked in the opener, dropping an 11-6 decision to the first-place Nationals. Matty and I are post game at McFadden's enjoying the last Jody Mac PM show on 950. It's better than losing.
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