"It's funny. I can look back on a life of achievement, on challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome. I've accomplished more than most men, and without the use of my legs. What... What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?....Is it ...is it being prepared to do the right thing? Whatever the price? Isn't that what makes a man?"
-The Big Lebowski
Rarely are great feats attempted, and even more seldom realized. And to accomplish a great feat is not the work of one man, some maverick...it takes a team. And rarely are truly great teams assembled, where that perfect storm of talent, experience, and blue-collar work ethic, coupled with reckless abandon and 'espirit-de-corps,' materializes as a cohesive group of actors. The '93 Phillies come to mind, as well as the First Continental Congress, and the Frank Rizzo administration. Now add to that short list of great teams to accomplish great feats 'The2-1-5', a group of like-minded bloggers and boozehounds to which I am both honored and humbled to be a part of.
Ya know, I've lived in this city most of my life. I've seen some ups and downs, some strikes and gutterballs. Some of the greatest peaks fall away into the lowest valleys...the 2001 NBA finals, the Eagles-Patriots superbowl, the sweep of the '07 Philles in the NLDS. But in this city, you transform inevitable disappointment into hard-nosed, working-class optimism. Did you know that revolution was forged in the taverns and alehouses of Olde Philadelphia Towne, with the drunken plotting of John Adams, Samuel Adams, Benjamin Franklin, and, to a lesser extent, George Clymer and James Smith? Fuckin 'Eh.