A lot of things come to mind when you think about Philadelphia. The Eagles, the Liberty Bell, if you’re an asshole you’d say snowballs at Santa. But everyone would also say a Philly Cheesesteak. They are perfect, if you know where to get them. Other cities try and copy them but they are dogshit. You can only truly get a good one in the city of brotherly love.
The other thing you can only get in this city is the greatest mascot in the history of sports. Mr. Phantic himself. Majority of mascots are boring and pointless. The Philly Phantic though puts asses in seats. He always delivers and never disappoints. From messing with the other team to using his beautiful green magical powers to control balls and strikes. I love him with every fiber of my body.
And this video below mashes those two things together with a sprinkle in of Catholic touch.
I mean just flawless execution. Get the cheesesteak blessed, head to your seat and crack up a Yuengling. The only thing that could have made this more Philly is if the guy yelled: “Yo Phanatic, can you bless this jawn?”