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With all the free time I currently have, I thought it was my duty to go down in the trenches and become a spectator/reporter for my first Parade. I find it hard to believe that the spectacle I witnessed was, in any way, the same sort of celebration bestowed upon past “Heroes”. I’m sitting here watching Tom Coughlin give his speech after the parade/circus that just went on along the “Canyon of Heroes”. I don’t know where Coughlin was, when he passed Broadway and Wall, but I’m glad he quickly forgot some of my Neanderthal immediate neighbors.

I wonder if shouts of “Babies Mamas” were thrown at the wives/girlfriends of the men of the Apollo 11 mission to the Moon? Were New Jerseyans proclaiming at the top of their lungs “Show us your tits!” when Korean and Persian Gulf War Veterans were honored in the Nineties? Granted there were probably high school age kids doing crowd floats, throwing toilet paper at “Our city’s finest”, and throwing wads of paper into the band’s musical instruments…(the looks of fear, hate, disgust on the band player’s faces made me thank God I never had and still don’t have any musical talent).

I can’t say it was all bad. The energy, in the trenches, directed at the players was genuine. The fans were genuinely having a good time. The mayhem, when team hats or shirts were thrown into the crowd, was quickly controlled before it became riotous. I did not see a single fight. No one was locked up, although one kid came close.

I learned a couple of things from my first Parade.
1.) I now know I didn’t miss much before.
2.) I’m glad I don’t have clean up duty…
3.) On my way back into my apt, my doorman told me that his "friend", a professional pick-pocket, made $3,000 today. His favorite marks happened to be Dads with children on their shoulders....

Pictures and videos in chronological order are listed below. Oh yeah, and don't forget to vote kiddies.

-DIS