Anyway. This post isn't about any of this. This post is about Rocky. When we were in Philly we had nothing but time to kill. Flyers games in the evening and three meals a day only take up so much time. We would wander around the city, we ate cheesesteaks, I think we saw the Love sign and we went to the Rocky stairs. We did what any fan of cinema would do. We ran them.
Rocky Balboa; You’re My Favorite
