Okay, now I know what you are probably thinking, maybe something along the lines of "If this guy starts telling a story about meeting Sylvester Stallone in person, that is just too much."Well, you'd be right.
Unfortunately I've never gotten to meet the man. I did get to see and touch the giant Rocky statue in Philadelphia though. It was in late 1986 and I visited a friend who worked in "Philly" and lived in New Jersey.
"Hey Steve, since we're still in town, could you run me by the Philadelphia Museum of Art?"
"Since when did you get culture Tom?"
"I picked some up last week, seein' that I'm living in the "Big Apple" now."
"Yeah right, you wouldn't know culture if it jumped out of a petrie dish and bit you!"
"Very funny, actually I just want to see the Rocky statue."
"I've got bad news for you bud, the statue isn't there anymore."
"What? No way man. They can't do that to me, it's un-American!"
"I've got good news though."
"How could you have good news after what you just told me?"
"They moved the statue to the "Spectrum"."
"What's a Spectrum?"
"It's a sports facility and...."
"Hmm, I don't really need to know anything else about it other than are you going to drive me over there now?"
"Yeah, for you I'll do that."
"Thanks, just for that I'll keep telling your mother and father nice things about you whenever I see them back in Florida."
"Oh thanks, I can use all the bonus points I can get."
Eventually over the years after that, the statue got bounced back and forth between the Spectrum and its original spot in front of the museum. Finally, and I'm not sure exactly when, the statue came to rest on a pedestal located in a grassy area off to the side of the museum. It just seems to me that the statue should have stayed there all along.
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