With (slight) apologies to Dodgers Fans.
Traffic is:
Another drink celebrating opening night because it's going to be a mess out there anyway.
Traffic is:
Wet, sleeting rain that barrels down from they sky and delays game 5.
Traffic is:
Relief at not having to be in Center City when Brad Lidge throws that last strike out.
Traffic is:
Pajama-clad faithful wandering dazed through the blocked off street of my sleepy hamlet.
Did we just win?
Traffic is:
Daddy stuck and missing trick-or-treating as the city tries to cope with the millions of fans attending the parade.
But he does make it home in time to test out the Butterfingers.
Traffic is:
Another beer after a different show because it's going to be a mess out there.
Haven't we done this before?
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Actors insisting on walking to Broad Street to join in the city's joy.
It all seems so familiar.
Traffic is:
Circuitous routes around the city, knowing what streets to avoid.
Traffic is:
All right with me because.....
WE'RE GONNA DO IT AGAIN!
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