Look, we understand how these things happen.

You move to New York, you work in New York, you spend years in New York. Eventually somebody hands you Knicks tickets and before you know it you’re sitting courtside wearing orange and blue.

Still. Tina Fey is from Upper Darby. Taylor Swift is from Reading. At some point, Pennsylvania has to ask whether we’re comfortable with this arrangement.

The internet’s answer arrived quickly in the form of a Sopranos screenshot declaring: “You’re weak, you’re outta control, and you’ve become an embarrassment to yourself and everybody else.”

A bit harsh, maybe, but not entirely unfair.

We’re not saying they have to root for the Sixers. The Sixers haven’t always made that easy.

We’re just saying there are certain things that hit differently when they come from your own people. And watching two Pennsylvania icons cheer on the Knicks in the NBA Finals is one of them.

Philadelphia added another item to the growing list of products that sound completely fake until you learn they’re real: cheesesteak-infused extra virgin olive oil.

And somehow the marketing may be even better than the product. “It tastes like the oil from a real cheesesteak wrapper!” was highlighted as a testimonial, which is an astonishing sentence to see in the wild. Because that’s not a flavor profile most companies would voluntarily advertise.

The reaction online was divided. Half the internet was horrified, and the other half was brainstorming recipes involving Sarcone’s bread, pizza, omelets, pasta, and popcorn.

Somewhere between “that’s disgusting” and “OK, I’d try it” lies the city’s entire food identity.

The best part, though, is that the olive oil helps support Mama-Tee Community Fridge, which stocks community refrigerators across Philadelphia with prepared meals. And, let’s be honest, nobody can convincingly argue they aren’t at least a little curious.

When a Philadelphia delegation traveled to the Vatican to meet Pope Leo XIV, they brought a Liberty Medal, Villanova gear, a historical document connected to George Washington… and a Wawa bag full of Tastykakes.

According to the National Constitution Center, the pope, a Villanova graduate, gave a “big belly laugh” when he saw the Tastykakes.

And the story contains one of the most Philadelphia sentences ever printed: “Where else would this happen that you meet up with the archbishop toting Tastykakes in a Wawa bag?” Iconic.

The delegation was there for a serious purpose ahead of next month’s Liberty Medal ceremony. But it’s hard not to appreciate that somewhere inside the Apostolic Palace sat a Wawa bag and a box of Tastykakes.

Amy Poehler revealed this week that the only time she’s ever been called the c-word to her face was at Philadelphia International Airport after she declined an autograph request.

Tina Fey’s response? “Welcome to Philly.” No outrage, no apology, and no attempt to explain the behavior.

Just a simple acknowledgment that, yes, this sort of thing occasionally happens here. Philadelphia is one of the few places where somebody might yell at you in an airport and another person will later explain that this is actually part of the culture.

There are international crises, and then there are international crises.

This week brought news that Nihonbashi Philly, Tokyo’s beloved cheesesteak outpost, is struggling after Costco Japan discontinued the American cheese that powers its sandwiches.

Philadelphia, of course, was ready to give solutions. Offers to smuggle in Cooper Sharp. Debates over Whiz vs. provolone. Strong opinions about what constitutes an authentic cheesesteak from 6,700 miles away.

The whole thing feels oddly moving. A couple in Tokyo became so obsessed with Philadelphia that they built a restaurant around cheesesteaks, pretzels, Tastykakes, and Eagles fandom. Now Philadelphians are responding as if a neighborhood institution is facing hard times. You stand up for us, we’ll stand up for you.

For years, the World Cup was sold as a tourism bonanza that would fill hotel rooms, pack Airbnbs, and send visitors flooding into host cities.

So far, Philadelphia’s hotel industry seems to be responding with a polite shrug.

Days before kickoff, plenty of hotel rooms remain available. Some Airbnb hosts who expected a month-long gold rush are still waiting for bookings. One South Philly host told The Inquirer she expected to be full all month and has gotten just a few nights reserved.

That’s not exactly soccer Coachella.

To be fair, this doesn’t mean the World Cup won’t be successful. Tens of thousands of fans are still coming, and hotels expect a solid summer between FIFA, the Semiquincentennial, and the MLB All-Star Game.

They’re just apparently not paying $900 a night for an Airbnb in South Philly.