Mile 1189: Only in Philly

There were very few Charger fans at the game, but there were a few loud taunting ones. As the Chargers ran up the score, effectively eliminating the Titans from the playoff picture, the guy 2 rows up would do a dance and turn slowly around grinning and pointing his finger at the frustrated Titan fans. I have seen this behavior tolerated in other cities too... but not in Philly. He would have returned home by halftime with that finger broken.

I discovered a hidden value in sitting next to a person who needs 1 1/2 seats... warmth! Game temperatures were frigid but my right side stayed toasty warm thanks to the gentleman's girth pressed against me.

I joked earlier that I may need to set up the tent in the strip of grass between McDonalds and KFC. Well that is practically where I am. The campground is in the Nashville city limits and a block down from fast food row. I am on a postage stamp plot of grass bordered by an asphalt enranceway and a chain link fence. I would expect the trees to be as real as your plastic Xmas tree, but I don't think the South has that technology yet being as they only stopped marrying their sisters last year. (That shot was for my Drexel friend living down here - recently married to whom I think has no blood relations to her!)

Now that things should reopen, I will venture into downtown to expose myself to a little country music culture. The weather is still cold but the birds are singing and the sun is shining.