Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!

Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!
Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Lake Wynonah Spring Ramble ... OR BRAMBLE?

"Daffodils Coming Up"

I went out today to do a little bit of yard work. My buddy Eric had told me a couple weeks ago that he was already collecting branches and sticks cleaning up his yard and I felt a little guilty. So far the Nor'Easters have been preventing me from doing that. Although I really could have but I'm just really using that as an excuse. Ha-ha. I'm kinda NOT gonna do major yard work until it hits the 50s. Today was an anomaly. Guilt ridden too. The yard is a mess. LOL

I was collecting sticks in the yard while make sure that the fake owl hanging from the corner of the house is still there to ward off the woodpeckers. He still is. Went down into the lower backyard and collected all of the planters and pots that had blown into our yard from Charlotte's over the winter. I collected them and put them neatly stacked next to her shed and realized I was putting them next to the entrance to her groundhog hole under the shed. Made me chuckle. That groundhog is the bane of our existence. Our neighbor down the hill, Ronnie, usually takes care of them for us. I call it "relocating." But there is one furry guy who seems to be evading him. :)

I thought then about the big old hornet's nest in the back in the woods behind our house in Lake Wynonah, about 30 yards back. I see it from my back bedroom window. Hornets abandon their nest in the winter and the queen burrows in the ground or a log. All the workers die. Pretty tough cycle if ya ask me.

So I went back looking for it and I couldn't find it. I was disappointed because I swear I could see it for my back window just the other day. John said maybe one of the past Nor'Easters had blown it off back further into the woods. Possibly.  Oh well. Is what it is.

The land owners in the back cut down the trees over 30 acres behind the house for money, just the expensive hardwood older ones. Pretty sad, just for money. It was one of the last virgin stands in our area, beside those of course on the big old Blue Mountain. There's black bears in dem hills. LOL

"Spring Onions" 
Back to the woods behind the house. It was pretty sad because it's all scrub now except for trees here and there. They took down 4 trees for every 6 I think. But it's interesting to see because the scrub has grown now at least 6 ft tall. Most of it is taller than me. I was a little shocked at that. Ronnie down the hill said that the deer are more attracted to that because it provides really good cover for them rather than woods. I can see why now.

We've had more deer than ever. The deer appear regularly and move from Ronnie and his wife Leah's yard up the hill through Charlotte's yard to ours. Ronnie is a smart older Skook County native. Great guy, you end up wishing forever for neighbors like him and his wife Leah. Really decent good peeps. And Charlotte too. We are really lucky. Ronnie gives great bear hugs too but sometimes my back hurts the next day. LMAO.

I spent about 15 minutes moving through the back woods and scrub looking for that damn hornets nest. I was a little preoccupied as I gathered some great field stones for the flower beds. Picked up 5 good sized ones. I didn't realize but a lot of the scrub are brambles. Prickly bitches. It was fine tugging on my shirt and jeans but they tended to rip my hands and wrists apart as I made my way toward from the back of the house looking for that stupid abandoned hornets nest.

I suddenly heard something over head and looked up above me expecting to see a turkey vulture or one of our local hawks or bald eagles but instead was blessed to see a beautiful graceful grey heron flapping through the air about a 50 feet above me. Still low enough though where I could hear her flap her wings.  I think she must've been coming off of Fawn Lake. What a sight. I gazed at her until I lost her in the distance, head steady, wings flapping at a constant.

"Damn Snow" 
The daffodils are finally starting to come up. No blooms yet like in South Jersey, Philly or Delaware. We're still too cold up here. I do see all of the Spring onions sprouting up though. Along with the daffodils they seem to be always the first to come up. Don't forget the hardy crocuses too. LOL. Love their purple and yellow colors early in the Spring.

There's also the pussy willow tree I see budding from my kitchen window. Like cat's toes, they grow forth excitedly, without worry from the last remnants of Winter's cold touch. Reassuring me that Spring will be here in just a few more drawn out muddy weeks.

It seems that Spring is coming around finally after several punishing Nor'Easters. Luckily we won't be getting the 4th in a row up here this week. We thought we would but it just looks like a rain event mid week for us. Great, muddy muddy yard though. What are those muddy boots people buy? Duck boots? I'll just wear my hiking shoes, thank you very much. LOL

Although, I STILL have snow in the yard. That's the funny thing living just 50 miles north of Philly. We still have this damn snow. Sometimes it feels we are in a different weather zone. My Lake Wynonah neighbors and friends can definitely concur. No big deal though. It is what it is.

Of course our favorite state ground hog, Punxsutawney Phil deemed it so. He was correct this year. I am surprised my good friend Ronnie hasn't taken care of him yet. LOL

Thanks for always reading. It means a lot to this small fish in a big sea.

Saturday, March 17, 2018


What does it take to feel secure and confident? I am utmost but still have my moments. It's being human. I accept it. Don't fret for we all go thru those moments too. (((HUGS))) Tomorrow, you will awake confident again. ;)

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Childhood Influences

"Mom's Carpenters"

I was driving into work yesterday morning and was kinda just over the news. I get like that every now and then. Just tired of hearing about the ongoing politics, terrorism, and other ugly stuff taking over our world. I just sometimes need to turn it off. More sad and disappointing than anything else.

Now a couple weeks ago, I picked up three CDs at a thrift store so I figured I'd give them a listen. YES, I still listen to CDs so you Millennials can just hold your collective tongues. I can feel your eyes rolling at me. 😏

Two CDs were popular hits from 1960 and 1961 because I wanted to hear the music my Mom listened during her later high school years. Some pretty cool stuff. I like exposing myself to different genres of music. I feel it brings me closer to her in a way.

The other CD I picked up was "Carpenters Gold", a two CD set of the greatest hits of that 70s soft pop duo The Carpenters. This was something which was played quite often at home by my Mom.

I popped that CD into the player and started humming along while miles of Route 78 sped by. Before I knew it, I began singing (quite badly) some of the words. Another couple miles and I was belting out each verse.  Where did the memories of these songs come from? I am continuously amazed at the ability of the human mind to remember obscure thoughts or memories from so long ago that I have not thought about in literally decades.

I can remember the words to over a dozen Carpenter songs from the 70s that I haven't heard in decades but I cannot remember where I hid my grandfather's watch in my home nor can I remember dozens of similar passwords.

Why is this?

Is it because these songs were played over and over again by my mother during the 70s? Is this why I can sing along with my Dad's favorite group the Moody Blues or belt out Fleetwood Mac at the drop of a hat?

Is this why I always preferred Dad's hamburgers to Beef Wellington or Mom's baked mac n' cheese to truffle mac n' cheese? Sure the fancy alternatives are incredible but I wasn't raised on them. I KNOW my Mom's mac n' cheese. Memories of happy family meals flood my mind with each savory bite.

Is this why I was bit by the antique bug early on? Is this why I count a small bronze elephant from my Nana and an Art Deco letter opener from my Grandfather Leslie as two of my most prized possessions? (The elephant has a missing tusk, too. Never got the story on that one.)

I pay particular reverence to those antiques which came from my family. My Mom and Dad instilled upon me the importance of family heirlooms. I cherish them.

My past influences help shape my decisions and continue to define who I am as an adult. I don't question it  much anymore. It just is. I am moved by it and respect those influences as I would respect any wise sage advice.

I am frugal. I am influenced by my mother stretching every penny during the 70s. I love the holidays, further influenced by my parents desire to have me grow up with an appreciation of other religions and their celebrations. I am artistic, fostered by my father's influences as an artist and art professor as well as frequent trips to galleries and museums as a child. I grew up close with my siblings and I still am. They are my influences. But this is me. You have your own experiences which have shaped you.

YOU are made up of these influences. Your mother cooked with you at her side. You are influenced by that. Your father took you hunting as a child. You are influenced by that. You grew up watching football with your family. You are influenced by that. WE are made up of these experiences and influences from our childhood. Live through them, breathe through them.

RECOGNIZE them and begin as adults to appreciate these influences if you already haven't. They have shaped you into the wonderfully storied and many layered human being that you are today.

And I still cannot remember where that gold watch is hidden ... BUT I have remembered where I hid the combination to the safe to find my computer passwords!

Until the next time...

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Password Craziness

Is anyone else is just so tired of this password craziness?

I consider myself to be an fairly intelligent fellow with a pretty decent memory. I can remember way back in 1973 the first time I drank apple juice from an actual glass and not a sippy cup. I can also remember when I climbed out over the bars of my crib-bed that year and wandering into the living room, much to my mother's shock. I also remember my telephone numbers I grew up with back in the 70s and 80s: 609-468-5250 and 609-468-3423.

However I find myself struggling to remember are all of those passwords I now have, including security questions and pictures, just to access any number of a dozens websites I may use on a weekly basis! I recently audited my list of passwords to see how crazy all of this had become. I saw about 30 combinations of various numbers, symbols and words which left my head spinning.

Experts in computer security /IT state that you should not use the same password for each website. I get that. If your information is compromised for one, then you are compromised for all. It starts to get a bit ridiculous though.

It is suggested that you combine them with numbers, capital letters and symbols. I think to myself, did I use an asterisk or ampersand for this one? Capital or no capital letters?

There are people that use Password1, Password2, Password3, etc. Then there are the people who use 123456. Smart move, expect to get hacked Einstein.

Experts also suggest just having one randomly made. Whaaat? At 47, I DON'T DO RANDOM. I need everything well laid out for me, planned, and organized just to get through  my weeks. Oh don't forget the websites that now text a 4 digit pin to your phone just to get access! OMG!

I use ten operating systems at work which require ten different passwords. Several of them are state-wide systems with an extra level of security: With my job though, all are warranted of course. It just adds to my level of annoyance.

At home, I have a list of important websites with the different passwords in my safe. I get anxiety because I'm afraid I will forget the combo to the safe. So I wrote the combo down and put it somewhere safe. The combo to the safe is in a safe place. But the problem is that the other day I forgot where the safe place was. πŸ˜•

Every couple months, if I can find it, I go through the password list and change them all up. I update the list and hide it again. And the process starts all over again.

One of the websites I use requires a first password and user name, then click through a couple screens, then answer two security questions, approve an image of a puppy, and then put in another different password! Just crazy. I have another website which I cannot use the same password as the previous past 30 passwords! I am running out of combinations of pets and family members for that one. I think I will start using my neighbor's names. Hello Charlotte and Leah! Ha-ha-ha.

At least now on your smart phone you can use a finger print detector or facial scanner. But if you are in bad lighting or your hands are sweaty, you better remember that damn 4 digit pin code!

Some phones also allow you to create a pattern you can swipe. I gave up the pattern password one evening after a couple shots of Fireball. For the life of me I couldn't swipe the correct pattern. It was the letter 'M'. Now I am back to the finger print detector coupled with the pin code.

We hear constantly about the security breaches through major financial institutions, credit companies or email servers and think "Why bother?" Maybe I should just use "Marc's_password" for everything. LOL I don't know.

I feel that if I try and make it somewhat difficult, it will make it that much tougher for your average hacker to get my info. OR I am just making myself go crazy. Hmmm, maybe I should send the hackers my therapist bill.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

QUOTE from F. Scott Fitzgerald

This will be a pretty quick blog.

I had written a blog post today about "bucket lists" over my lunch time. It was rather lengthy and detailed.  Now I am very diligent about saving my posts as I write them. Long story short, I was spell-checking the post and did some random crazy sequence of keystrokes which thereby deleted and closed the post. IT WAS GONE.

In shock and fear I reopened the blog post and two letters remained of the more than 500 I had just written. The letters 've'. I was dumbfounded looking at a blank screen after an hour of writing.

I got through it. The blog post wasn't meant to be at this time. Such is life. I am still here. I wasn't going to immediately try and write it but stepped away from the computer and took a deep breath. Thanks to my friends who talked me "off the ledge."

Instead, I searched for a quote which I wanted to pass on to my readers and I think I found one that I really like today. It's from one of my favorite authors, the author of The Great Gatsby,
F. Scott Fitzgerald. Hope you like it.

For what it's worth ... it's never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people who have a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you're not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Saturday Morning Cartoons!!!

Bugs and Rudolph, the Hairy Monster 

After a week of sad news happening across the globe, I needed something to take me back to happier times as a kid.

My brother Adam posted the intro for the 70s kids TV show for the "Electric Company" on Face Book and I started thinking of what cartoons we used to watch. We would excitedly get up early on the weekends and begin our ritual of watching our favorites each Saturday morning for hours. I don't think Mom minded that much as it kept us out of her hair. We repeated this pattern on Sundays with the Three Stooges shorts, Hercules, Tarzan or monster movies. Each day after school, we fit in Gillian's Island, the Brady Bunch, the Monkees or McHale's Navy.

Adam and I never fought about which cartoons or TV shows we would watch and luckily liked the same ones. We fought over other important stuff like who was stronger (he was) or faster (he was), who could build the bigger plane model or who would win in a fight, Luke Skywalker or Han Solo.

So in no particular order, here is the list of my favorite Saturday morning cartoons from my childhood along with either a little blurb of each or a video from Youtube!

Super Friends (1973-1986)

Totally went downhill after the addition of those idiot alien wonder twins, Zan and Jayna and the annoying space monkey Gleek. I loved the original more. Aquaman was my favorite. Thank god someone never dropped him in New Mexico though. I mean what would he do then? Take a Greyhound bus to San Diego???

Looney Tunes (1930-1969)

I am such a HUGE Bugs Bunny fan. My favorite Christmas ornament is Bugs Bunny Carmen Miranda! I didn't like Foghorn Leghorn though. So annoying. Here's Bugs with the Hairy Monster. I loved the Hairy Monster and forgot his name was Rudoph! What a big red goof.

Dungeons and Dragons (1983-1985)

I would play Dungeons and Dragons role playing game for HOURS during highschool with my brother Adam and friends Mark, Greg, and Chris. I was a magician. I remember specifically that Chris and I would argue over how to pronounce stupid monster's names. LOL. When they came out with a cartoon, I was beside myself!

Scooby Doo (1969-present)

Scooby Doo does not exist for me after that Scrappy Doo was introduced. I was really messed up from that. I mean, a puppy that was a tough guy and could walk and talk? REALLY? LOL I don't think so. I loved how Velma would pick them all up at once and run away from a monster with them. I loved Scooby Doo. Really one of my all time favs. This shit would scare the hell out of this 7 year old!

Tom and Jerry (1940-present)

Many an afternoon and Saturday morning would be spent watching Tom and Jerry chase each other around their house. Poor Tom Cat. He sucked at mousing. Jerry Mouse was pretty smart though. But you'd think he'd eff up sometime and get caught. I would've bought those electronic mousetraps which zap the mouse if I were Tom. But if that happened, we wouldn't have had 5 decades of cartoons!! I like the older versions best, the ones done in from 1940 to 1958, the Hanna-Barbera era.

Josie and the Pussycats (1963-1982)

Another crush-worthy cartoon during my childhood. I had a crush on Valerie in this one. Loved the mean cat Sebastian. His lock opening ability with his claws was incredible. AND the music was really groovy. Listen to the theme song and you KNOW you wanna sing along, "Long tails, and ears for hats!!!!"

Captain Caveman (and the Teen Angels) (1977-1980)

The most implausible of cartoons, a caveman in a block of ice, saved by a modern girl group called the Teen Angels. I crushed on those Teen Angel gals. I would run around the house screaming "Captain CAVEMAN!!!!" at the top of my lungs. Take one part Scooby-Doo, one party Josie and the Pussycats, put them in a blender and press blend. You get this cartoon.

School House Rock! (1973-2009)

I loved School House Rock! I learned about history, math, grammar, the legal system! Why couldn't they have done this with my Nature of Politics or Calculus courses at Rutgers??? I still know all the words to these cartoon songs. "Hey that's not fair, giving a guy a shot down there!" LMAO Seriously though, an ingenious way for young kids to learn and remember!

No 70's Saturday morning cartoon binge watching would be complete without including mentions of these live-action shows:  "Banana Splits", "Sigmund and the Seamonsters", and "Land of the Lost".

Banana Splits (1968-1970)

Banana Splits was a kids variety hour that seemed like everyone was stoned or on acid. Totally didn't get it but I love the buggies the Banana Splits would drive around and even had some toys ones I played with. What ever happened to those? LOL The theme song is s definite ear worm. You'll be singing "Tra-la-la!" in your head long after you read this...

Sigmund and the Seamonsters (1973-1978)

I also loved Sigmund and the Seamonsters and would search the beaches of Strathmere, NJ as a kid for my own seamonster Sigmund. Found alot of seaweed but no seamonster. Johnny the main kid was cool as shit too. Poor little Sigmund, his family thought he was a rotten seamonster but he honestly just wanted friends!

Land of the Lost (1974-1977)

With Land of the Lost, I was terrified of the Sleestaks, the race of the dinosaur humanoids. I kept watching it because I desperately wanted a pet baby brontosaurus like Dopey. I think this triggered my life long fascination with dinosaurs. The special effects were cutting edge at the time but absolutely hysterical to look at now.

AND FINALLY,  thanks to my brother Adam for posting the opening video for the Electric Company. I loved watching all of our favorite shows together. Great memories. Hope this post brings back some of yours!

HEY YOU GUYS!!!!! (You'll see in the clip below, LOL) And yes, that's Morgan Freeman and Rita Moreno who starred in it!


Sunday, February 11, 2018

Philly Eagles, SUPER BOWL and Kelce!

This blog is dedicated to UNDERDOGS everywhere.

This past Sunday at Super Bowl LII, the Eagles became the world champions versus the New England Patriots 41-33!!! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE GAME! I have so many emotions still swirling around my head.

I helped bartend at the Lake Wynonah Lodge that day to an awesome group of loyal fans and loyal friends. Just an incredible, incredible day. I was the Master of the give-aways and jokingly put myself on "Crock-Pot" duty taking care of the food. 

When those final seconds counted down and we won, I think we were all in shock! We did it! Back slaps, high-fives, bear hugs, and celebratory shots all around! It became the Philadelphia Eagles, in fact, ALL OF PHILLY's first Super Bowl win! We are WORLD CHAMPIONS!

I still get chills from that moment. I went home and stayed up late, still on an emotional high, and watched Philly going crazy, watching the recaps, and all the emotional speeches from the players.


Yes, some knuckle-heads did some fucked up things but luckily the city survived. My own former workplace haunt, the Ritz-Carlton Philly, didn't even survived unscathed with idiots taking down the blue awning. Again, idiots. 

That week, we waited in anticipation for the incredible parade through Philly on Thursday. I watched from my phone throughout lunch and let's just say I didn't get much work done that week. I have never experienced such a love and camaraderie amongst fans. 

I loved going through all the pics posted on Facebook and Instagram by my friends, classmates, former co-workers all going to the parade. I have never had such a warm heart and love for my hometown of Philly. 

Yes I grew up, was raised and will always have Wenonah, NJ, as my true hometown but PHILLY is where I grew up and found myself during my 20s. PHILLY will always be in my heart as my home. I am Philly bred. PHILLY is my attitude and when I'm drunk, I do say YO!!! Someone this weekend mentioned my Philly accent and I didn't realize that I still have it. And it made me proud. 

A couple things stand out from these past couple weeks: 

Philly EMBRACED and loved their Underdog status!
Following all this with my fellow Philly natives including my sis Sher.
Watching my San Diego brother Adam remain tried and true to his Philly Eagles roots.
Going back and forth with my DC gal Wendy with Eagles' memes. 
Everyone wearing dog masks.
Nick Foles' class and his little kiddo wearing huge headphones at the end of the game.
Tom Brady not shaking Nick Foles' hand after the win. ASS.
Crisco poles. LOL
Giving away tubs of Crisco and dog biscuits at the Super Bowl party.
Living vicariously through my fraternity brother Alex who was there!
My high school bud Copey's passion and FB posts.
My green hair almost did not wash out. LOL 
Carson Wentz graciousness and maturity as the team leader but giving Nick Foles' his space and deserved time in the spotlight.
MVP Foles
Chris Long's commitment and passion to his causes and what he believes in. 
Mychal Kendrick's class and maturity. He's a great speaker. 
Coach Doug Pederson's coaching, drive, and true grit. 
Watching/hearing all the emotions of all the Philly announcers on TV, Comcast, and WIP.
The awesome parade seeing everyone celebrate and come together! 
Jason Kelce in his Mummer costume. COUNTLESS memes of Jason Kelce all over the internet! 

Jason Kelce is PHILLY.
And LASTLY, center Jason Kelce's just incredible, incredible passion, team spirit, PHILLY spirit and voice for this team and all of Philadelphia! I watched his speech over and over again and just get chills. As my Ritz-Carlton friend Anastacia said, "He's more Philly than almost all of Philly itself!" The first time I heard the speech, it brought me to tears. Enjoy his speech below again and again. I included the transcript from so you can get the full effect of such great words.

This man below, this lion, is Philly's true heart and spirit. Kelce will always be remembered for igniting Philly's passion and saying what we all felt. Nick Foles will always be Super Bowl LII's MVP but Jason Kelce will always be our parade MVP and Philly mascot! Move over Billy Penn!

Jason Kelce's speech (censored) from ESPN:

Unforunately, ESPN has taken the gracious liberty of forbidding sites from embedding certain versions. Here's a link the awesome UNCENSORED version:  
THANKs 31Mike! (Youtube) 

Jason Kelce's speech (transcript): 

If you love Philadelphia Eagles, let me get a "HELL YEAH!"


I'm going to take a second to talk to you about under dogs. I know Lane and Chris just talked about this, but I don't think it's been beat home enough.

Howie Roseman, a few years ago, was relinquished of all control pretty much in this organization ... He was put in the side HEY! HEY! ... of the building where I didn't see him for over a year.

Two years ago, when they made a decision, he came out of there a different man. He came out of there with a purpose and a drive to make this possible. And I saw a different Howie Roseman. An underdog.

Doug Pederson.

When Doug Pederson was hired, he was rated as the worst coaching hire by a lot of freaking analysts out there in the media. This past off-season, some clown named Mike Lombardi told him that he was the least-qualified head coach in the NFL. 

You saw a driven Doug Pederson, a man who went for it on fourth and down, went for it on fourth and down ... in the Super Bowl ... with a trick play. He wasn't playing just to go mediocre. He's playing for a Super Bowl.

And it don't stop with him. It does not stop with him.

Jason Peters was told he was too old, didn't have it anymore. Before he got hurt, he was the best freaking tackle in the NFL.

Big V was told he didn't have it. 

Stefen Wisniewski ain't good enough.

Jason Kelce is too small.

Lane Johnson can't lay off the juice.

Brandon Brooks has anxiety.

Carson Wentz didn't go to Division I school.

Nick Foles don't got it.

Corey Clement's too slow. 

LeGarrette Blount ain't got it anymore.

Jay Ajayi can't stay healthy.

Torrey Smith can't catch.

Nelson Agholor can't catch.

Zach Ertz can't block.

Brent Celek's too old.

Brandon Graham was drafted too high. 

Vinny Curry ain't got it.

Beau Allen can't fit the scheme.

Mychal Kendricks can't fit the scheme.

Nigel Bradham can't catch.

Jalen Mills can't cover.

Patrick Robinson can't cover.

It's the whole team! It's the whole team! 

This entire organization, with a bunch of driven men who accomplished something. We were a bunch of underdogs. And you know what an underdog is? It's a hungry dog. And Jeff Stoutland has had this in our building for five years -- it's a quote in the O-line room that has stood on the wall for the last five years -- "Hungry dogs run faster." And that's this team!

Bottom line is, we wanted it more. All the players. All the coaches. The front office. Jeffrey Lurie. Everybody wanted it more. And that's why we're up here today. And that's why we're the first team in Eagles history to hold that freakin' trophy. 

Any of you know who the biggest underdog is? It's y'all, Philadelphia. For 52 years, y'all have been waiting for this. You want to talk about an underdog? You want to talk about a hungry dog? For 52 years, you've been starved of this championship. 

Everybody wonders why we're so mean. Everybody wonders why the Philadelphia Eagles aren't the nicest fans. If I don't eat breakfast, I'm fucking pissed off. 

No one wanted us. No one liked this team. No analyst like this team to win the Super Bowl and nobody likes our fans. And you know what? I just heard one of the best chants this past day, and it's one of my favorites and it's new, and I hope you learn it. 

Because I'm about to drop it right now. 

You know what I got to say to all those people who doubted us, all those people that counted us out, and everybody who said we couldn't get it done? 

What my man Jay Ajayi just said: Fuck you!

SINGING: "No one likes us. No one likes us. No one likes us. We don't care. We're from Philly. Fucking Philly. No one likes us. We don't care. No one likes us. No one likes us. No one likes us. We don't care. We're from Philly. Fucking Philly. No one likes us. We don't care!"