Dear Charlie Day, Glenn Howerton and Rob McElhenney,
Thank you. Thank you for doing something on a national level that bears the Philadelphia name and brand that is not utterly milquetoast and embarrassing. I’m sure you know that we’re especially sensitive to this, but as evidenced on last night’s twin-pronged season premiere, you get us. You get that Philadelphia is the kind of place where, when presented with the prospect of having two corpses to eat, you engage in a hearty debate about whether or not it’s racist to eat the black guy, or if you don’t, whether or not that is racist, also. As you know, this debate has been going on in our own City Council for decades. Thank you for introducing the word “jamoke” into our vocabulary. Thank you for recognizing our entrepreneurial spirit with the plotline about hording gasoline and selling it on the corner later. That’s so us! But this isn’t just a thank you, it’s also a congratulations. As we’re sure you know, for any sitcom, in this day and age to reach a fourth season while continuing to simultaneously grow in popularity and get progressively more and more insane is a rare thing indeed. And as we learned last night, to make a sitcom that, in 2008, can be watched in a packed bar (see picture at right) and score howls throughout is damn near impossible. And you motherfuckers did it! Right on! Congratulations, indeed, and again: Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.

Love,

The City Of Philadelphia

This entry was posted on Friday, September 19th, 2008 at 11:20 am.