against my better judgment i went to philly to see my beloved mets get trounced by the phillies.
and what a bunch of loving fans.
so much so that the claim philly is the “city of brotherly love” really should be reconsidered.
i’d say it is more like the “city of sisterly and motherly love”, because it was amazing how many philly men (and lesser extent women) proclaimed how they had made or wanted to make love to the sisters, and in a number of cases, mothers, of most met fans encountered.
of course, the thoughts were expressed in ways i won’t repeat here—after all, we are talking about philadelphia—but the sentiments were touching just the same.