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It Was a Good Day
Some thoughts on tough cities and communities celebrating wins when they show up.
Much has been and will be said about how — and what — my hometown of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania celebrates. What we consider a victory, and what we do when it’s been declared by your voice of authority.
Oh well, let ‘em talk.
Because today is another one of them days, where we’ll smile and they’ll talk.
It’s not a championship ring, yet. It's just a trade. An exchange of value.
But when you come from the places, neighborhoods, blocks, streets, and homes we do, you’ll take it. Not completely humbly, but respectfully enough.
You might flex a bit on Facebook about it, but it’s all in jest.
Mainly because at the end of the day, you know nothing has really changed.
Doesn’t necessarily affect your life, why should you even care?
Even if you live here, why celebrate what someone else did, or is happy about?
Why not shit all over it, and point out the obvious negatives?
Listen, I get it — there’s enough of them.
The game has changed, it’s different now. And there’s the injury factor.
