Broad Street scenes and beyond

Philadelphia – Philadelphia Eagles are Super Bowl champions once more. After whom Kansas City 40-22 bosses, the Eagles join the ranks of teams with multiple victories in the title, a list that had felt incomplete without this more rabid of fans. While fans celebrations for the Super Bowl 59 lacked the chaos of the first winner of the 2018 victory, there were many screams and joy immediately after this unilateral ass stroke.

After the victory of the Eagles, the members of the deserter of the Philadelphia office, Kathryn Xu and Luis Paez-Pumar, leaked in the streets of the city to capture the delight of a city in the slavery of birds. The results were not as happy or picturesque as expected, but one thing is true for our intrepid reporters: Philadelphia had a party for the ages.

I saw so many things on my way to Broad Street, but the only photo I got was from this elevator Patco, by Kathryn Xu

The cohort with which I saw the Super Bowl consisted mainly of philadelphia transplants and medical students and non -sports fanatics, none of whom prevented them from rooting fully and blatantly for the eagles. I do not have the arrogance or experience to proclaim this as a unique phenomenon of Philadelphia, although I think everyone already understands how much the city loves their birds. The apartment in which I saw the Super Bowl was two blocks from Broad Street and, of course, located near a hospital. This meant that our transmission experience was occasionally interrupted by medical helicopters and, once the game ended, completely ruined by news helicopters. That was our official signal to get out of there and join the fray.

I really saw so many things on the way to and from Broad Street, although you will have to take my word, because I have no photos. This is because my friends took care of the task of photographing the scenes, which they included, but were not limited to: two men climbing above a Septa bus deck, people climbed on traffic lights and posts, fireworks at the level of the street that exploit over our heads, street -the fireworks of levels bouncing on buildings facades, a car wrapped in green Christmas lights, people who lean in the car windows and the skylights to shout to passers -by in the sidewalk, and a municipal waste truck that blocks the Walnut Street cars that was perfectly blank when we passed through it the first time and labeled with Go Birds! On the side when we return.

It rarely becomes part of an ecosystem that is much larger than you, and which is ultimately what goes in a highly populated scene of so much pure and spontaneous affection to a person. As a result, the only fast trick to turn a city into a pedestrian dictatorship, in addition to the relevant frames is already in its place, is a Super Bowl victory. Oh, there were cars, but on the immediate radius of the town hall, they were passing at a rhythm of a snail, even when the lights were green. The right of pedestrian passage has never been established or applied more clearly.

It was with this observation of civic mentality about how bodies can move in cities, and no other reason, that I took my only photo of the night: an empty Patco elevator a few blocks from madness.

Shortly after taking the photo, the elevator really moved, and shortly after, we went through a multitude of types that came out of Patco’s stairs, which evidently just arrived from South Jersey. “We have to get to Broad!” One of them shouted. We were still driven by the joy of Broad; These guys were a few moments to experience it. I signed them by the address from which we came, along with a “Go Birds!” And that is the miracle of the movement, baby.

The euphoric repetition of Spelling Out Eagles, by Luis Paez-Pumar

I was watching the Super Bowl about 15 minutes northwest of the town hall. After the game, fed by cinnamon and catharsis whiskey shots with open eyes, a group of us stumbled upon Go Birds night, with the vague goal of getting closest to Hubbub in Broad Street. As soon as we went to the sidewalk, I saw green everywhere. It was stimulating. I had never lived in a sports city for a championship before, I grew up in Miami, which is definitely not a sports city, and the loyalties of New York City are too fractured for a champion to take care of this type absent from a Knicks title – I was happy to enjoy the energy of everything. For about 10 minutes, the walk felt euphoric, with thousands of people singing, laughing and drinking large amounts of alcohol on the street.

Once we went to Logan Square, where people turned off the fireworks of the source, and approached JFK Plaza, things stopped. The police had blocked the area directly around the City Council, channeling the thousands of pedestrians to the streets too narrow to accommodate everyone. What had been an excursion became a humanity parking lot. This did not stop good vibrations; People uploaded sanitation trucks, shouted the call and response of the Eagles and smoked cigarettes while shouting “smoking that pack of chiefs.”

Even so, however, I am not doing well in the crowds, and this was the greatest in which I had been from Covid. I felt anxious when we took John F. Kennedy Boulevard to the east towards Broad. Finally, the Crush became too much and we turned west, thinking that perhaps we could go to the south a little and then cut to the east towards Broad. That worked mainly, since we could get to 15th Street, which was more open, but every time we looked at a east-west street, the crowd seemed to global from Broad. I have to respect that the city has a very different milestone in the City Council, right in the center, so that everyone converges, but around 11 pm, an hour in our struggle to find a space to transmit, the idea of ​​reaching close The building lost its brightness.

Although nothing was too crazy happened on the side streets, I had a good time. I am not a fan of the Eagles, but since I moved to Philadelphia, I have become a appreciator of the Eagles. So, although I didn’t use anything green, I don’t really have too much green clothes, and I feel strange for using merchandising for equipment that I did not actively support, I was caught in emotion.

However, I can’t deny that I was a bit disappointed. Perhaps because this was the victory of the Super Bowl of the second Eagles of the last decade, or for the multitude of bodies in the streets, the energy, although fantastic, did not seem historical. There are only so many times that you can listen to “Go Birds!” Before a trip home and a late fast food race becomes too attractive to resist.

I guess, going out at night, I had the idea that I would witness something that could make an intoxicating scene, full of joy and heartbreaking Chaos of Philadelphia, but the reality was much more banal. There were thousands of euphoric people by hand, but mostly it was a controlled chaos and not controlled attempts to find their friends in the crowd. Each block towards which we walked became another a very similar mosaic of the same emotions.

It does not mean that it was bad, but it was repetitive. There were outstanding aspects here and there: a man who made the worm in an AJ Brown shirt obtained a small crowd, a man with a robot costume that looked remarkably similar to the NFL Fox NFL robot received some cheers, and there was certainly a lot light. -Polo climbing. When we finally arrived at Broad, crossing Lombard Street about 10 blocks from the town hall, I was upset with the long walk and disappointed to have forgotten my home movie camera, but above all I was ready for bed. Maybe this makes me a bad journalist, but while thousands of individual stories developed in the streets and sidewalks of Center City, I could not find a cohesive narrative to weave everything in an overview of what this means.

What really means is that Philadelphia Eagles are twice super bowl champions, and for fans, that’s good enough. I am sure that the parade will be more fun on Friday, and I do not want People live their joy in small camps throughout the area. The best part of everything, for me, happened once we moved away enough to breathe the night without smoke and fireworks. Some entrepreneurial fans had climbed the street sign for Bainbridge Street and fainted enough letters to spell the word of the night. They go to the birds, in fact.