
So, apparently, Rocky decided that the patrons of the craptastic bar I live dangerously close to didn't have enough inspiration for their drunken antics under my window. That's right, Rocky himself (not Mr. Stallone) wanted to make absolutely positively sure that they had good reason to be loud during their smoking breaks. So he (not the City's Bureau of Tourism) hung a sign on top of it. The sign says "Rocky Loves Philadelphia." And last Thursday, as I was contentedly lying in my bed, a herd of drunk girls was so moved by this, they sang. They sang their version of the tune of "Eye of the Tiger." Loudly and badly. You know what, Rocky? You may love Philadelphia a whole lot, but I love you even more.
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thanks for absolving us of your lack of sleep!