As Time magazine, the New York Times and USA Today have reported, Pizza Brain, the world’s first pizza museum featuring the Guiness-certified largest collection of pizza memorabilia ever amassed, has opened in my Philadelphia neighborhood of Fishtown.
As a part of a leadership class, I had the chance to visit the Eagles locker room yesterday.
When you visit the Eagles locker room, everyone stands in line to take pics of the Vick and Desean Jackson lockers. Me? I made a bee line to see the pre game home of 6’10”, 330 lbs offensive lineman King Dunlap
Today, Big Timbs and I took a quick bicycle ride across the Ben Franklin Bridge, almost two miles long. The bridge between Philadelphia and Camden presents some beautiful views, particularly at sunset. We were riding along the bridge between 6 and 6:30pm.
See some photos on Facebook here. Check out video below.
We then went the distance: from 69th Street Station westbound to the Market Frankford Line’s end at the Frankford Transportation Center, near where I once lived. That full trip — including a five minute delay for a track change — took 45 minutes or so.
It was about 7:30 a.m.when porn legend Ron Jeremy leaned into a microphone and told 15,000 people inside a basketball stadium everything anyone needed to know about the sleazy entertainment, competitive eating binge before us and its place of origin.
“This,” started ‘the Hedgehog,’ his signature long, greasy hair and mustache alive in the sea of Wing Bowl 19 Friday, Feb. 4, “would only work in Philadelphia.”
I arrived at the stadium district of South Philadelphia with a buddy some two hours earlier, slinging back Kenzingers on the walk from the subway to the Wells Fargo Center, home of the Sixers and Flyers. We were there to see our first competitive eating match — this a battle of several dozen eaters cleaning the meat off of hot buffalo wings — but the event has developed its own reputation for other kinds of excess: large-scale entourages entering on floats, strippers, porn stars, event promotions and marketing, flashing, drinking and its ilk.
A quick morning run through of the Hegeman String Band routine before heading to the 2011 Mummers Parade
The bus driver didn’t have a beer. At least that’s what I’d say if you asked me on the record.
It was just after 6 p.m. on New Year’s Day 2011, and I was squeezed between two other fellas dressed in black sharing a vinyl bench on a yellow school bus that was careening above Center City Philadelphia by way of I-676. The bus was full, half with other mostly 20-somethings in black and an older crowd in flamboyant and flowery costumes. Every inch of the bus that wasn’t stuffed with human was reserved for coolers of canned beer and, judging by the frequency of offerings, either a dozen or one-well-circled bottle of liquor.
I’m sure most of that made its way up to the bus driver, flashes of yellow street lights and a city skyline coloring his face in his wide bus rear view mirror, otherwise darkened by the cold, black winter night. I just can’t say what happened when it got there or what happened to all the bottles I had to turn away.
One was a blackberry rum.
I can’t remember the others because the singing was just too loud. I’d never sung along to so many songs I didn’t know. Their words, their meaning, their origins.
I finished today’s Broad Street Run, my first organized race ever.
I finished then 10 miles in more than 90 minutes. Not exactly lightning quick, but good for, of course, quicker than 10 minute miles over the run.
It is a great experience to be running along the damn -near straight and flat Broad Street 10 miles through the city of Philadelphia, through various neighborhoods, with fans lining up much of the way, and 30,000 people shouting at you and cheering you along the way.
My lessons? Pee early because the lines get crazy the closer to launch time.