Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so you're probably busy figuring out how to explain what you do for a living to your uncle/why last year's fried turkey experiment failed so spectacularly, but you should take a few moments to reflect on the things you have to be thankful for, like the fact that you don't live in (ewww!) Pittsburgh, and a few other things we thought of...
We're thankful for the "Rocky Steps" and Statue, because if we didn't have a heroic monument to a fictional athlete, we wouldn't have a heroic monument to... um, any athletes.
We're thankful that our collective gluttony has managed to attract the kind of restaurants you'd expect to find in places like (ugh) NYC.
We're thankful for nine percent alcohol craft beers.
We're thankful for Fried Twinkie Burgers.
We're thankful that term limits mean we won't have another Nutter in the mayor's office.
We're thankful for the New York Yankees... without them, the Phillies would've been the most disappointing team in baseball.
We're thankful you can find the world's best cheesesteaks at Geno's... err, at Delassandro's.... no way man it's Pat's!
And finally, we're thankful for Septa, which after a day stuffing ourselves with turkey (or, more likely, a night out drinking), always gets us home safe at least some of the time.