It's Just Not a Celebration Without a Riot

The Phillies winning the World Series last night was fantastic! I was so happy for my cousins and other friends from Philadelphia that they have a championship to celebrate. However, a championship celebration is not really a celebration unless there are riots and fires. I immediately texted my cousins following the game and ended the message "beware of riots of happiness". My youngest cousin's response was that she was so happy that she wanted to tip over a car. I know she's joking, but apparently not the rest of the city of Philadelphia.

Even here in Oakland, all of the Pitt kids who are from Philly took part in rioting. They burned some couches, yelled in the streets, and set off firecrackers. It was reminiscent of the Steelers' Super Bowl win in 2006 and Pitt's victory over WVU last November. It's Pittsburgh and burning couches for a Phillies win? Really?

While I definitely agree that there should be drinking and celebrating in the streets, I draw the line at vandalism and arson. I think for future championships, we need to make sure that everyone has a pot and a spoon so they can just make loud clanging noises. This is annoying, but safer than couch fires. And exponentially safer than refrigerator fires. Any noise maker which requires 2 hands, or for one handed noise makers - an endless supply of beer for their other hand, will make rioters a little more pacified and less likely to set fires and tip cars. Things to keep in mind for the next time there is a championship which affects people living in Pittsburgh...

Thought for the Day

According to the Census Bureau:

9,000 people are screwing right now,
2,000 are kissing.
100 are getting head, and
1 lonely person is reading this blog.
You hang in there, Sunshine!!


Had to pass that along. It was from an email forwarded to me by my Uncle Bruce in Cleveland. Those silly Cleveland people!

Happy 6 Days Until Election Day!!

Today's Observation

I was just in the elevator with the pregnant girl who works on the 4th floor. Standing next to someone who is 7 months pregnant made me feel very skinny. I need to make friends with more pregnant women.