Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love, and honestly, I felt it. When we originally planned this road trip, I was most excited about going to Philly. I love history, and the eastern coast of America doesn’t get much more historical, and Philly was the center point to all of that. So to be walking and driving around that city was great. Plus I was hoping to meet The Fresh Prince of Bel Air on a home-trip. Yes, it was easy to see all the guys were excited to get into Philly, even after that horrendous night in the Sleazy Motel.
Now thinking back (I really should have written this down sooner) I don’t remember much about getting into Philly. The thing I do remember was the long, boring drive which paled in comparison to the longest drive, which was the drive home, which Furtah did, but we’ll get to that later. Other then the drive I only remember the game, after the game, and that’s it. Huh. Well, if that’s the case I’ll make something up. *The following is not true* So, as Furtah, The Kyles, and I drove to Philly we encountered a slew of

obstacles, most of which had to be conquered solving riddles and puzzles. Several bridges guarded by trolls, Elves guarding pots ‘o gold, things of that nature. Luckily Kyle, my cousin, took several courses in riddle-solving, and The Furtahs were trained in the art of Medieval combat so we were well prepared (I usually cried in the corner). After those quests we went to the game. Oh yeah, I remember the awe I got being in a big city for the first time, looking around at all the big buildings trying to find the stairs that Rocky ran up.
Citizens Bank Park is amazing! Talk about a city that loves baseball. We scalped some tickets and let me tell you, not cheap. We were on the 3rd base line about, oh, a mile up! Still worth it, though. Every person in that stadium was into the game, moms, dads, sons, daughters, dogs, goldfish, everyone! We didn’t sit in our seats long because we had to cruise around. So many things to see, eat, and drink. Our first stop was Ashburn Alley.

If you are any kind of baseball fan, you have to check this out! It’s also called All-Star Walk. It pays tribute to Phillies players that have played in the MLB All-Star Game since its inception in 1933. Wow. Great site-seeing too! Some of the food options were Bull's BBQ, Seasons Pizza, Planet Hoagie, and Harry The K's Bar. I personally had the Bull’s BBQ, Splendid dish. Now most might be thinking, “Jeremy, why didn’t you get a hoagie?!You’re in Philadelphia for crying out load!” *Sidenote* Furtah, the local-enthraller (word I just made up. Go ahead and use it) he is ate nothing, and I mean nothing, but Philly Steak sandwiches! He probably had like 5 in a day and half. At night, he brushed his teeth with one. Well my young Jedis, the plan was in place to visit a place outside the stadium, a place where only the taste of a certain sandwich, hoagie if you will, exceeds its legend. A place called….wait for it…..do these dots build suspense?.....Carmen’s on 12th! Indeed sir! That’s all we could talk about! Grabbing a cold

beer and chowing down on a world famous hoagie. Oh, yeah, the game! That was fun too! We got back to our seats after we cruised around, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. They played the Cardinals, so not only did we get to see all of the great Philladelphia sluggers, we also got to see Albert Pujols. One of the greatest hitters of our time and perhaps ever (I totally have a man-crush on Sir Albert. Ask my wife, she’s totally jealous). It alnso helps to play fantasy baseball and have some investment in the teams.
Once the game was over we piled into the car and shuffled to Carmen’s. Great joint. So cool driving around the old city seeing history, and did I mention the people?! When we stepped into the bar we immediately got pegged as tourists and these guys talked our ears off about sports! They were razzing us about Detroit, we bought each other rounds of drinks, had some laughs and good times. As cool as this was, it paled to the experience of taking the first bite of a “real” hoagie. Biting into that sandwich was comparable to a lot of “firsts”. First homerun. First date. First_____ go ahead and fill In the blank because I’m sure I lost your attention awhile ago *wink*.
Overall, the trip was a complete success. We got to meet a lot of great people. Saw some great sites. Watched a great baseball team, and enjoyed some phenomenal food. Will the next destination, New York, compare? Will these small town kids be scared off by the bright lights and tall buildings? Will I be cast in a Woody Allen movie as a plucky young go-getter just trying to make a buck? So many questions that only time can answer.