gm. somebody at the city streets department looked at the calendar, saw the home opener circled, and decided this was the week to close two lanes of broad street for what the sign calls 'resurfacing' and my notes call 'a personal message.' i left at 6 for a noon game and have already been rerouted past my own dentist. no one on the beat has been consulted, no one will be, and the orange cones are apparently on a better depth chart than half the roster. the elevator alarm in my building is still screaming, so at least the morning has a theme. i'll be at practice, assuming the detour signs let me out of south philly alive