I read your post from [yesterday] morning about zillow telling people that Philadelphia is a great place to live out their boxer fantasies. Then I went into that gift shop on chestnut in old city that has a bunch of mugs in the window (because I needed a coffee mug) and came acrost [sic] this beauty.
The fact that the liberty bell actually cracked into the actual outline of rocky should be proof enough that your anti-rocky stance is misguided. Also, I hear they are replacing William Penn on City Hall with a statue of a cheesesteak…or Frank Rizzo.
Just thought you should know,
First of all, dear reader, your capitalization is atrocious. Second of all, we do not have an “anti-rocky stance”; we have an anti-Rocky-on-the-steps-of-one-of-the-world’s-great-art-museums stance. There is a difference. Because meanwhile, our love of Rocky and Rocky II (after that it gets to be too, too much) is very real, to the point where we even listen to Bill Conti’s original soundtrack on the regular. Finally, yeah, nice mug, though the designer in us wants to move Rocky’s feet more demonstratively the to the bottom so that Rocky actually is the crack. Because you know why? Because, love him as we do, Rocky is the crack. Rocky is the crack that people in Philly smoke to make themselves feel like being a fucking loser is okay. Yeah, that’s right, we said it. And that was not what he was supposed to be, and that’s not what the movie is about, and that’s not a good emblem to have hanging around in front of one of your all-time greatest buildings and resources. But whatever: Smoke ‘em up, Johnny. You smoke that Rocky crack. You smoke that Rocky crack until you fuckin’ pass out, son.