…Because You Needed One More List of Reasons Why Philly Rocks

While we’re all “enjoying” the latest coming of the ‘14 Snowpocalypse, I figured maybe it was time for a bit of a pick-me-up. The weather might suck, but we’ve still got it really good over here in Philly. The fine folks at HuffPo certainly think so, anyway. Over the weekend they published “31 Reasons Philadelphia Is The Most Underrated City In America.” It was a solid read – the food, the arts, and the Naked Biking all got well-deserved props – but I couldn’t help but feel a whole bunch was left out. In no particular order, I give you One More List of Philly Awesomeness, inspired by local current events.

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Philadelphia: better than your hometown since the 17th century.

* We are world-class gorilla matchmakers. Only time will tell how the zoo’s newest lovebirds actually get along, but one thing is certain: Philly knows game.

*The dopest real estate in the country? It’s right here. How cool would it be to live in a converted warehouse? Want to live like an 80s cartoon space princess? How ‘bout an adorable old Victorian WITH A SIDE ORDER OF GHOSTS? We so have it covered.

*Philly sports fans. The teams themselves get shout-outs often, but I’m here in praise of the beer-swilling, verbally-abusive, 110%-invested Boo Birds that make the away team feel so very welcome at Lincoln Financial. Mayor Nutter & Co. are making a fine case for why we should get a Super Bowl, but I don’t think anyone is giving the heroes of the home stand enough credit.

*Yeah, we’re currently having one of the top 5 snowiest winters in history. Big deal: we don’t get snowbound, we just get more amazing. Witness these kids sledding down the “Rocky steps,” for instance.

*We have our own lingo. Philly patois is a thing, and I’m not just talking about saying “wood-er” for H2O. Do you order jimmies on your sundae? Fancy yourself some water ice? Here, we go up the Poconos and down the shore. We know that “Whiz wit’” is the proper way to order a cheesesteak, and that it’s always a good time for a pretzel. We respect the glory of the Wawa, know that King of Prussia is a where, not a who, and can curse an Eagles or Cowboys fan in language so heartfelt and obscene that it’s barely recognizable as English. It’s our jawn, yo.