Bleary eyed, Philadelphia was the opposite of hungover Monday on what may go down as the happiest weekday in city history.
The millions who call themselves fans of the Super Bowl champion Philadelphia Eagles rallied at sunrise if they slept at all, charging into work and school or just outside to greet their neighbor, wing sauce still wedged beneath their fingernails and voices hoarse from the collective howl of joy that erupted across the region at 10:18 p.m.
“Good morning! It’s a great day because the Eagles won the Super Bowl. How can I help you?