The story goes that ghost of ol' Billy Penn got peaved when the Liberty Towers were built in Philadelphia. How dare they build a building taller than a statue? It's called the curse of Billy Penn. (wiki link).
Sure it's not as glamorous as goat, or the Bambino, as curses go. Either way, the city of Philadelphia hasn't had a championship team, with any team, since the early 80's -- that is until Jon Bon Jovi brought a little SOUL to Philadelphia with his Arena Football League team.
It's been 25 years since the Sixers won their last NBA championship -- the last trophy in the city...And sure, there's been some championship runs, some close calls, but Billy Penn seems to have shot each and every one down in a blaze of glory. But now the whole city of Philadelphia owes this true American hero a debt of gratitude. I mean, this dude --no, this cowboy, with his steele horse and all that shit broke the curse, shot it right through the heart. He gave Billy Penn a dose of his bad medicine and that seems to be all he needed. And there's proof to my theory: You can describe game 5 of the World Series perfectly as slippery when wet!
Argue against me, I dare you.
Now if only Westbrook and McNabb can stay healthy...I see a trend forming. Next the birds, then the Sixers. We'll be bigger than Boston, as a sports city. Shit, Bon Jovi will lead the charge to make Philly bigger than Seattle ever was in the 90's with the grunge, the coffee, the windows, and those sissy Crane brothers. Fuck the tossed salads and scrambled eggs! I'm livin' on Bon Jovi's prayers...Philly will be the sports center of the universe!
Oh, and big ups to Phils for a season I'll always remember.