I wrote it, of course, after seeing two men dressed as Rocky — one a foreign tourist, one a guy who hangs around the Art Museum steps posing for photos with tourists — while doing a run up and down the Art Museum steps. (They posed for a photo together, and I’m surprised the world didn’t explode at that very moment.) I bought a cheap copy of Rocky II at The Gallery. With the help of some friends, I mapped out the course. I was pretty happy with the result, but I didn’t think anyone would get a kick out of it as much as I did.
Tomorrow a group of crazy people is going to try to recreate the Rocky II run–one of them actually thinks she can wear a gray sweatsuit for 31 miles–starting at 7 am outside Rocky’s old ‘home’. But first, before you don’t join them, here are two pieces for you to read.
The infamous driver who backed down the Rocky Steps in his convertible was found out in October. But after an inspection of his car, it’s taken until this morning for him to be formally arraigned. So he finds himself in a holding cell, awaiting charges at Central Detectives in Fairmount.
“If you’ve seen Liberty Bell and had a cheesesteak, you’ve likely spent a day in Philadelphia.” So begins Zillow’s list of 10 reasons to move to Philadelphia, published last week by a blog of the online real estate database. As it so happens, I live a few blocks from Liberty Bell and even closer to quite a few places to have a cheesesteak. I’ve spent a day in Philadelphia, then! (And also around 5,000 more.)
Outsider guides to Philadelphia always seem off—and of course they do. “10 Reasons” -type lists (even by writers here) involve by definition a heaping of personal bias and guesswork; when they come from an out-of-the-area publication, there’s a greater chance a Philadelphian will read it and get so shocked he’ll drop his cheesesteak right onto the top of the Liberty Bell.
But there’s no need to tear these pieces to shreds; after all, they’re primarily positive articles on the City of Philadelphia, a place we all love (or at least live here).
So this thing is really happening, huh. To all you Rocky wannabes who’ve always wanted to do 50 kilometers in a sweatsuit, you can thank Dan McQuade for the inaugural Rocky 50k Fatass Run. December 7th. 7 a.m., Rocky’s pad. Be there. If anyone actually completes this run, by the way, I will buy you a Cronut.
We’re feeling the love for Rocky II these days. The Philly Post’s Dan McQuade analyzed and mapped Rocky Balboa’s famous filmic run, which took him (most memorably) through the Italian Market and up the Art Museum steps as well as other Philadelphia neighborhoods. McQuade calculated that the run traveled through 10 neighborhoods and traversed more than 30 miles.
Looking at the clips and photos of the film in McQuade’s post put us in mind of the Girard Estate home at 2313 S. Lambert Street — around 20th and Wolf — that starred as Rocky and Adrian’s home in Rocky II. (In the movie, the real estate agent showing the home to the couple said it was in “a very good neighborhood.”) That three-bedroom home went on the market this spring for $139,900, and the listing included a Rocky II mention as a selling point.
Nonetheless, it didn’t sell until last month, and at more than $10,000 below its asking price. What’s wrong with people? This is a cinematic treasure!
A few weeks ago I was at the Art Museum steps. As I churned out repeats of the stairs, I spotted him: Grey sweatsuit, black beanie, black Chuck Taylors. It was Rocky.
It wasn’t Sly Stallone, of course. But it wasn’t a Rocky tribute artist, either: This was a European tourist who had come to Philadelphia to dress as Rocky and have his wife take photos of him in the pose from the original movie poster. Later, I saw him taking a photo with a second man dressed as Rocky — this one a shirtless, fedora-clad Philadelphian taking photos with tourists. For a minute I was a little worried the world might explode when two Rockies met, but we apparently survived.
The Philly Post’s Dan McQuade decided to puzzle out how far Rocky Balboa ran during his iconic running montage that takes him (and, now, thousands of tourists) up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. The answer? Far.
But aside from raw mileage, the number of neighborhoods the Italian Stallion traverses is also impressive, which makes me think there were real estate agents involved in the making of the film.
Come on, Joanne Davidow, ’fess up: Did you orchestrate this whole thing?