Personal Narrative: My Trip To Philadelphia

The corner of Broad and Sansom will always have a special place in my heart. In my travels around the city of Philadelphia, it is one of the few places that can smack me in the face with déjà vu. Whenever I walk by and look up at the windows above I still see the “David Wright shot a 72 on Wednesday” sign (this became a battle cry for me whenever the Phillies played the Mets, regardless of whether or not Wright was in the lineup). That was the prime location I was able to snag on October 31, 2008, bright and early at 8:34 a.m. There was an electricity in the air; the championship drought was finally broken and the streets were flooded with red. I’m still waiting for someone to tell me where the last eight years went. In addition to one of the happiest days of any Philadelphia fan’s life, it was also Halloween and the opportunity was not missed by the phaithful. Philly Jesus was walking around carrying a sign that read …show more content…
The champs were on their way. Confetti rained down from the sky ahead of the caravan of floats. And as it should have been, after what ended up being his final season in pinstripes, Pat Burrell led the way pulled by Clydesdales on the Budweiser truck with Elvis by his side. He stuck with us through it all, so it was only right that he got to ride solo and opened the show. I was on the side of Broad Street the trucks were closer to and before he passed me the Budweiser truck came to a halt and Pat clenched both fists, raised them above his head, and stood up. Then he sat back down and rode off into the daylight. And just like that the era of Pat Burrell was over. In retrospect, I’m glad they put him first, because the deluge that erupted from my tear ducts as I watched him pull away was better to get over with first. My heart felt so full and empty at the same time. As always, the Phanatic was sent in right after to lighten the mood. The time to be sad was over and then it was really party