PHILADELPHIA — Philadelphia Eagles fans awoke Monday to sunshine and cold, nursing foggy brains that might still be trying to piece together the new reality confronting them. Along Broad Street, city sanitation workers had done such a stellar job of clean-up overnight, it might make one wonder: Was Sunday night real? Did the Eagles really win the Super Bowl? Did the raucous celebration, the tangle of overjoyed humanity — and the inevitable pockets of debauchery — really happen?
You could tune in to 94WIP Sports Radio, or glance at the cover of the Philadelphia Inquirer (“AT LAST!”), and hear or see that it was all true. Or you could walk out to Broad, run your finger along a light pole, note the coating of hydraulic fluid still present – and feel it: for Eagles fans, the world had changed overnight.
With their 41-33 victory over the New England Patriots on Sunday night, the Eagles earned the first Super Bowl title in franchise history and set off a wild, teeming street party that lasted deep into the wee hours of Monday, one full of tears, chants, songs and the occasional overturned car and downed light pole – the hydraulic fluid applied in advance by city police proving woefully ineffective at keeping fans off the poles.
“It changes your whole outlook about yourself, your whole identity,” said Tom Russo, a business owner from South Philly and Eagles season-ticket holder, as he headed up Broad Street from South Philly towards City Hall. “When you’re an Eagles fan it’s like you’ve been a loser your whole life, and suddenly you’re not a loser anymore. I’m not a loser anymore.”
Eagles fans may not have much experience in celebrating the biggest of victories – the franchise’s last championship was in 1960, before the Super Bowl era, and they had lost the big one in 1981 and 2005 – but nobody needed to be told what to do, where to go and how to act at 10:18 p.m. Sunday. It was as if the joyous hordes streaming out of the bars and houses and into the chilly night were guided by some deep-rooted, instinctual force in their bloodlines. If the Eagles won, the people were going in the streets. It’s what they do.
And if Eagles fans went in the streets, they would know what to do once they got there:
“We’re going to break some [stuff],” said Marco Borda, 26, of South Philadelphia, heading down Packer Avenue towards Broad Street following the Eagles’ cathartic victory.
For any unsuspecting strangers who knew nothing of Super Bowls or the pent-up generational angst of Eagles fans, and who might have found themselves plopped down – tragically sober — in the middle of Broad Street in the wee hours of Monday morning, at the height of the post-game mob, the scene that revealed itself would have looked like some apocalyptic hellscape.
All along Broad Street, the city’s main north-south artery, there were fireworks going off in all directions, their smoke mixing with that of cigars and marijuana and hanging over the street like a jungle fog. There were broken beer bottles everywhere, their shards of glass reflecting the blue and red lights of police cruisers and making brittle crunching sounds beneath hundreds of thousands of boots.
An unholy cacophony enveloped the city – horns honking, fireworks popping, pots and pans clanging, cowbells ringing, sirens wailing, fans chanting “E-A-G-L-E-S, Eagles!” A different, three-word chant went up every few minutes, one that began with an expletive and ended with “Tom Brady.”
There was the constant threat of some unwanted liquid entering your personal space, either beer or champagne being sprayed upwards or public urinators pointed downwards.
Every square block of Broad Street, from the deepest reaches of South Philly, all the way up to City Hall, and north to Spring Garden, seemed to be jammed shoulder-to-shoulder with people – many of them wearing Eagles jerseys and holding beers, signs or small children, and many of them seeking nothing more than to celebrate the best night of their fan-lives with their like-minded brethren. Strangers shared tearful hugs with each other, the moment they had waited for all their lives finally at hand.
In the middle of Broad Street in South Philly, a young man looked skyward and screamed, “This is for you, Aunt Pauline” – a reminder that the Eagles’ futility had spanned generations, and for everyone who was partying in the streets Sunday night, there were loved ones who hadn’t lived long enough to witness the sweetness of the ultimate victory.
But still other fans were hell-bent on destruction – driven by what seemed like a sense of duty to uphold the city’s reputation as the hardest of hardcore sports towns — and those people made good on their vow to “break some [stuff],” the destruction getting worse as the night wore on and the alcohol made its inevitable turn from happy buzz to sinister drunk: An occasional smashed store window. A looted convenience store. A small tree somehow uprooted just outside City Hall and being paraded around like a trophy. A handful of cars flipped over. A couple of small fires set.
Many of the street-bound congregants seemed to be governed by an internal drive for verticality, every object that could be climbed upon housing one or more people. They climbed atop cars, police tactical trucks, garbage trucks, concrete barricades, bus-station shelters, ledges of buildings and the awning of the Ritz-Carlton hotel – until it collapsed under the weight of a half-dozen or more people, who, upon picking themselves up from the sidewalk, ripped the awning to shreds and waved the pieces around like pennants.
And then there were the light poles. In what had become a fascinating cat-and-mouse game between police and fans, the city had tried greasing the poles with Crisco before the NFC championship game two weeks ago, in a failed effort to keep fans from climbing them and pulling them down. This time, they slathered them with Bio-Bottle Jack hydraulic fluid. It was a waste of time and money: By the end of the night, dozens of light poles were toppled to the ground, their wires severed and exposed.
“We have had several acts of vandalism where windows have been smashed, and some injuries have been reported around light poles that have been pulled down,” the Philadelphia Police Department said in a statement. “We have one report of looting at a gas station. There have been no fatalities.”
From South Philly, near the Eagles’ home stadium, Lincoln Financial Field, it is about a three-mile drive up Broad Street to City Hall. Late Sunday night, with the roads blocked off and jammed with people, thousands of fans made that pilgrimage on foot, passing through pockets of revelry and destruction that unfolded block by block, the lighted clock tower of City Hall glowing in the distance like the North Star.
At Broad and Wolf Streets, an elderly woman stood alone shouting, “We did it, honey! We did it!” and offering high-fives to everyone who passed by.
At Broad and Carpenter, someone was blasting Hall and Oates from an open window three stories up, and everyone below was singing and dancing.
At Broad and Kater, a brass band played in the middle of the intersection, everyone joining in to sing the fight song, “Fly, Eagles, Fly!”
At Broad and Chestnut, just a block south of City Hall, fans had two light poles yanked out of the ground, one on either side of the street, and appeared to be attempting to sword-fight with them.
It would all be mostly invisible by the time the sun peaked in the sky Monday, when foggy minds met spotless streets and questioned, if only for a moment, if it had all been a dream.
For Eagles fans, Monday was the first day of their new world. They weren’t losers anymore. And the next time that many people line Broad Street, later this week, it will be for a victory parade that was decades in the making and arrives not a moment too soon.
Here are scenes from the streets as Eagles fans celebrated:
Images posted to social media showed joyous throngs of fans hugging and celebrating and making occasional poor life decisions, like jumping to the ground from a hotel awning.
OMG I JUST WATCHED A MAN DIE pic.twitter.com/oZHBmDajJa
— max (@MaxOnTwitter) February 5, 2018
Here's another jumper off the Ritz awning before it collapsed pic.twitter.com/jKw0J1wvmV
— Busted Coverage (@bustedcoverage) February 5, 2018
City workers had attempted to make sure there would be no climbing of light poles earlier Sunday. Just as they did two weeks ago before the NFC championship game, workers applied a lubricant to said poles, the better to protect revelers (or angry fans) from their least-inhibited impulses. Two weeks ago, the city found that Crisco was rather ineffective, so it switched to hydraulic fluid.
Philadelphia pole climbers: meet your match tonight. As predicted, no Crisco on the poles. Instead, police are using hydraulic fluid. And it's water resistant, too, they said, so this afternoon's rain won't make it any easier for you to climb. pic.twitter.com/5GvI9BRhaQ
— Caitlin McCabe (@mccabe_caitlin) February 4, 2018
Still, that wasn’t enough to stop everyone as the celebration got underway late Sunday night.
We have pole climbing in Philly pic.twitter.com/Nmd2j730QK
— Sports Illustrated (@SInow) February 5, 2018
— Anita Oh (@anita_oh) February 5, 2018
Almost immediately, fans were clogging Broad Street, the city’s main downtown thoroughfare.
Right Now: Philadelphia’s Broad Street ( by Giulia Sebring) pic.twitter.com/C8V4oTun8S
— Darren Rovell (@darrenrovell) February 5, 2018
0% chance this kid makes it to morning pic.twitter.com/cX6TRNobFY
— Barstool Sports (@barstoolsports) February 5, 2018
In all the revelry, this couple committed their lives to one another. Ring goes on the left hand, the one without the bottle of Olde English in it.
Naturally, some things were ignited.
And thousands and thousands and thousands of fans continued to join in the revelry.
— Lauren Young (@LaurenYoung) February 5, 2018
This is a LIVE image of Broad Street in Center City Philadelphia near City Hall. VICTORY FAN INUNDATION. #WeWonIt #FlyEaglesFly #SuperBowl Champs @NBCPhiladelphia #CenterCity pic.twitter.com/lmx2J8kx3h
— Steven Sosna (@SteveSosnaNBC) February 5, 2018
— ABC News (@ABC) February 5, 2018
— Matt DeLucia (@MattDeLucia) February 5, 2018
Even the police are celebrating with the Eagles fans. pic.twitter.com/wsIjeyXcmW
— Sporting News (@sportingnews) February 5, 2018
— Andrew Kramer (@Philly_Kramer) February 5, 2018
— Christie Ileto (@Christie_Ileto) February 5, 2018
We are excited to serve everyone biscuits tomorrow morning at our Philadelphia location but in order to do that it needs to be not burned down please
— Hardee's (@Hardees) February 5, 2018