Arena Football Is To Real Football As “Procession” Is To “Parade”
Oh, right, we almost forgot, and then this happened! The Philadelphia Soul became the first people in Philadelphia to win anything since Ben Franklin stuck a feather in his hat and called it “Whoa, I’m bisexual, and here’s your motherfucking electricity!” SO CONGRATS, BOYS! But while you celebrate today, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, OK?
A procession – police stress this is not a parade – will wend its way west in a motorcade from Sixth and Market Streets at 3 p.m. to Dilworth Plaza at 16th St. and JFK Boulevard.
Because you’re not real football players. You know how we know? A) You don’t whine like bitches, B) we’re giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming you can read, and C) you do not fight pitbulls for sport or defend your teammates who do fight pitbulls for sport. Look on the bright side, though: You work for one of the hottest women in the entire arena football business.
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