Having lived within eye-shot of America’s birthplace for 34 of my 36 years, I’ve come to accept that it’s always the classiest of days when 18,000 people get down to the Wachovia Center before sunrise with a few cocktails already in ‘em, ready to repeatedly scream that they should be shown tits. (It’s our birthright, Philly haters.) Anyway, this attractive early-twenties blonde named “Deanna” was among the 128 “Wingettes” asked – nay, ordered – to flash mammary flesh at Wing Bowl. It’s an event concocted by WIP-AM radio to distract us from the fact that, in 17 of the 18 years it’s been held, the Eagles weren’t in the Super Bowl.