Never mind that Philly is home to one of the greatest heavyweight boxers of all time. He's black. In Philly, that doesn't count. Does anyone else find it a bit sick that a city would sooner build a bronze statue of a fictional boxer "from" that city before they build a statue of a real boxer who happens to be African American? Bill Burr does, and he has a lot more to say about this fine little city. It's long but worth every single glorious second. Not convinced of Philly's dirty little prejudices? How about this Philly institution. That's not to be confused with the other Philly institution of giving endless shit to Donovan McNabb.
The cruel irony of it all is that Frazier was considered an Uncle Tom when he was in his prime and was often derided by African Americans and, specifically, his rival Muhammad Ali. Looking back, you can see that Frazier was OJ before OJ was OJ and killed two people. When he's in the ring or on the field, he's good as gold, but once that's over, he's just another... you get the point.
Anyway, with the Phillies clinching a World Series victory as I type this, perhaps once their obnoxious celebrations settle down a bit, Philadelphians will no longer feel the need to cling to the one good thing that ever came out of that God-forsaken city. But probably not.
