Philly bars will stay open until 4 a.m. this summer. What could go wrong? A list of potential shenanigans.

Last week, Gov. Josh Shapiro signed a bill allowing bars in Philadelphia to stay open until 4 a.m. during the FIFA World Cup and the country’s 250th anniversary celebrations this summer.

It’s like the gov’nor hasn’t even met us. Philly is not a city renowned for handling its alcohol or sporting events well. Not that it’s a bad thing; it’s part of our charm.

In what other city in the world could I have interviewed a union carpenter named “Shrimp” who climbed a greased pole and shotgunned seven beers thrown to him from the surrounding crowd as a ring of cops circled him below, all because the Phillies won a National League Championship Series title?

None, dare I say, none. And that happened at 8:30 p.m.

Listen, I’m not against extending the hours. I stayed out at bars past 2 a.m. once, at after-hour clubs abroad and in Philly and I had a lot of fun doing it. I also saw things I can’t unsee.

I believe that area businesses, including bars, should benefit from the events and tourists coming to our city this summer. That being said, I’ve also covered enough Philly sports fan celebrations to know that our joy, especially when it is drunken, looks a heck of a lot like anarchy.

Mix us in with international tourists who are used to staying out well past 2 a.m. and soccer fans from around the world whose celebrations may be more unhinged than our own, and things could get very interesting during the 40 nights between June 11 and July 20 when the extended-hour permits are valid.

In the Bible, the number 40 symbolizes a period of testing. Here’s how Philly could find itself tested during extended bar closing times this summer.

Everybody in Philly seems to have a side hustle and nothing brings out those hustles like a crowd.

I predict that everyone with a side hustle — and those who don’t have one yet but will come up with one — will be set up outside of bars as they let out at 4 a.m.

If you’re craving a soft pretzel and don’t care where it came from or what it’s touched, they’ll have you covered. Drunk enough to buy a T-shirt that says “Philly till 4!” that you’ll only wear once? They got you, boo. And if you want to keep drinking but would like your alcohol in a single-swallow gelatinous form, maybe Philly’s own Jelloman (aka Paul Vile), will be out slinging his boozy shots.

Of course, Philly Elmo and the Positive Movement Drumline crew will be dancing in the streets with their empty water jug, soliciting tips for entertaining you and for confusing the tourists, which is its own form of entertainment.

One thing is for certain, licensed business aren’t the only ones who’ll be wringing money from the sloshed crowd.

Inevitably, some Eagles fans will start arguments with international tourists in town for the World Cup about which sport is really “football.”

The Birds fans will have no logical chance of winning this fight — soccer came first, it’s more popular around the world, and the gameplay itself is more aligned with the term — but certain loss has never stopped a Philly fan from starting a fight before.

The World Cup fans will have stats and facts to back up their argument and the Eagles fans’ retorts will be “Go Birds!” and “Two-time world f—ing champions, baby” even though the only teams that play in the Super Bowl are from the United States.

If our elected officials think people who are able to stay awake and continue drinking until 4 a.m. are just going to go to bed after last call, they’re in for a rude awakening (potentially by some revelers right outside their windows).

You know what is open after 4 a.m.? Wawa. I predict that the ones in Center City will turn into Club Wawas after the bars let out. Some people will go for munchies, some will go for the scene, and some will go to stick their head under the ICEE machines.

The one thing they better not do is mess with Philly hospital workers who stop in to grab a coffee and Sizzli before their early-morning shifts.

If you think the head nurse on The Pitt is tough — the one who said “This ain’t Philly” when she broke up a fist fight between two moms in the ER waiting room — then you’ve never met a nurse from Philadelphia. A Philly nurse would’ve let those moms finish their fight, or she’d finish it for them. She’ll finish you, too, if you dare to grab the last sausage-egg-and-cheese croissant.

While we may disagree on sports, the one thing I predict that will unite Philadelphians and visitors alike — especially at 4 a.m. after a few drinks — will be our shared concerns over a robotic uprising.

People from around the world are familiar with the 2013 murder of HitchBot, the Canadian robot who traveled internationally to Germany and the Netherlands before it was beheaded in Philadelphia. To this day, HitchBot’s Philly murder remains unsolved, probably on purpose, but maybe because “leads dried up.”

If the Uber Eats robots are out past 4 a.m. in Philly this summer, I can see an international coalition forming at taverns across the city to take on these machines, like we took on the Brits back in the day. Will these rebels be caught because of surveillance technology? Almost certainly. Will they care? Definitely not.

We love arguing about sports and the state of our country, but we love uniting against a common enemy even more.

Philadelphians will take every opportunity they can to set off fireworks, with little regard to where they are or how many people are around them. Regular-season Phillies win? Boom! Gender reveal party in broad daylight? Boom! A random Monday in March where nothing is happening? Well you’re alive aren’t ya?!? Boom! Boom!

FIFA fans also have their own explosive way of celebrating — with smoke bombs and flares. They were so clever last year during Club World Cup matches in Philly that they were even able to sneak the devices into Lincoln Financial Field. When they set them off, it looked like the stadium was on fire (salacious headlines called it “chaos” and an “outrageous scene,” but no injuries were reported).

When these two pyrotechnic-loving groups come together at 4 a.m. with nowhere to go and their bellies full of Fireball, there’s a strong chance our streets will be filled with smoke and explosions like it was 1776 all over again.