Let's put it out there: I don't like sports.

I don't care about football, and I fall asleep watching baseball. Basketball is annoying, and hockey is overhyped.

BUT. But, I do love my city. And I love its history. And sports are a part of history.

Last night, when the Phillies won the World Series, a wave of screams rose from the streets up to my 10th floor window. Cars blared their horns, egged on by the exulting masses spilling out from the bar doors.

People loved each other, and the community was strengthened. And that is something that I value: community. All of Philadelphia can rally around the baseball fans and rejoice with them in their glory, adding a block into the Flemish Bond pattern of the Philadelphia brick wall of history.