
10 Nights in Denpasar: Here’s why The Liberty Line is closing up shop and heading to Indonesia
Running a Philly sports website like The Liberty Line for a living does something to your brain. One week the Eagles are rolling and we are kings of the world, the next week they are losing at home in the Wild Card round of the playoffs to the San Francisco 49ers.
Suddenly, website traffic is abysmal. The highs and lows are violent. The ad money reflects it. After a few years of riding this emotional stock market, you start asking yourself deep, meaningful questions.
“What should we actually do with the pile of Liberty Line cash we somehow make every month?”
Normal people would save it or reinvest it into the website or buy something practical.
Unfortunately, we are not normal people. We are idiots with passports which brings us to the logical conclusion we landed on. We are taking the money and flying to Indonesia for ten nights in February.
“Are you better off just deleting the website?”
That’s something I’ve debated with the boys about for over a year now. Imagine waking up and there’s no website or social media accounts for The Liberty Line or anyone who writes for this website.
Would you even notice? Would you care?
That’s always been the dream. Build something that generates millions of views on a monthly basis (check) and then wipe it clean off the internet and act like it never existed.
Call me crazy, but that would be the perfect ending to six years of absolute chaos here at The Liberty Line but at least for right now, we haven’t entered the nuclear codes.
Anyways, The Liberty Line is going to Indonesia
The Liberty Line does pretty damn well. We have ads running on the website that you’re probably trying to close so you can read this article and they truly bring in a decent amount of cash.
Is it enough to provide single-source income to me and the boys here? Not quite, especially with the massive highs and crushing lows that Philadelphia sports endure on this city every season.
If I have learned one thing since launching The Liberty Line, it is that Philly sports fans are dramatic, unstable, beautiful human beings. You only get serious traffic when everything is a disaster or when a team actually wins a championship. When things are calm, traffic vanishes like a Kevin Patullo Eagles offense or Rob Thomson’s lineup in Red October.
So the question becomes what The Liberty Line should actually do with the money.
Should I hand out a few thousand to the boys every month? Sometimes I do if the views demand it but most of the time we are talking a few hundred bucks. It is nice, sure, but there has to be a better way to spend that money.
That thought process is exactly how we landed on this idea and it’s exactly why we are taking the cash and flying to Indonesia for ten long nights in February.
Now picture this.
After a long night wandering the streets of Denpasar, we wake up deep in the jungle. I open my eyes and see Brian Cass sitting in a gigantic cauldron over a fire, surrounded by all the finest herbs and spices the Lesser Sunda Islands have to offer.
I look to my right. Conway, my noble steed and Editor at Large, is tied to a 700-year-old Banyan tree wearing nothing but his undies, trying to negotiate for his life with a group of angry jungle natives.
I am on the ground, confused but strangely calm, while another group of jungle natives hand-feed me fresh fruit and green tea. They guide me to a throne where I will sit and watch the feast get prepared.
… the feast being my coworkers.
I know it sounds crazy but I have always said that once I make enough money off this godforsaken website, I would disappear off the face of the earth, only to return years later to kill everyone involved in making this thing.
That is my art and my one true calling. It’s my life purpose. I now have the opportunity to escape the country that I love and bleed for and go international to an unknown place where I can finally plot the last act of The Liberty Line.
Do you understand now? This is my dream.
In sports terms, this is why we play. This is what we train for. This is the moment.
We hop on a flight from Philly to Detroit. I honestly have no idea why we are doing that. Seems pointless to get halfway across America and then stop, only to catch a flight to Seoul South Korea but I digress.
We initially planned on heading from Philly to the UAE, which would land us in Indonesia 24 hours later, but given the rising geopolitical tensions of the middle east, we figured heading west through Asia was probably the right move.
Philly to Detroit to South Korea to Indonesia. 24 Hours. It’s a monstrous journey but at the end of the day, the boys are excited. They talk about experiencing a new culture, beautiful beach clubs, sunsets and the finest food and drink that Bali has to offer.
They speak of the luxurious villas where we will reside in Canggu, Uluwatu, and Ubud. The excitement to interact and befriend foreigners from all over the globe is felt in their words and never-ending planning ahead of our February 4th departure.
What they fail to realize is that in a blink of an eye, I am eating them with my new jungle family. What can I say? I’m a showman. Let the plot build before they reach their inevitable demise.
If you’re one of those travel influencers that post about all your experiences abroad, I’m sorry. Your days are numbered. Finally, there’s a new influencer in the space that will provide content that people will be dying to watch.
Side Note: Do they serve dirty martini’s in the UAE?
Will I return home to America? Probably not.
Would you after you eat your two closest confidants in the middle of the Balinese jungle?
I will continue to honor the homeland from abroad, ensuring that there is peace in the Pacific while carrying out the bidding of the gods. My destiny will be to spend the rest of my life at Pura Blanjong Temple, feasting on tourists who wander into my domain.
Rest assured, I will keep writing on the website. I will post under all their names from a local internet cafe while recycling old tailgate videos to make it look like we are still out supporting our Philly sports teams.
If you’re still reading this, please relax. I’m not an animal. I will text their families and feed them (pun intended) sweet lies from their children’s phones, telling them everything is fine and that we will all be home for Easter supper.
As for the rest of the trip, the details do not matter (destiny is destiny) but in the event that someone actually reads this, here’s what we’re looking at along our journey to the other side of the world.
The Liberty Line itinerary highlights for Bali
- Arrival: Friday, February 5th at midnight
- FINNS Beach Club (self-proclaimed best beach club in the world)
- Utopia Cave Beach Club
- La Brisa
- HATCH – Uluwatu
- Temptation Beach Club
- Catina Rooftop
On Valentines Day, we will spend the morning at the Sebatu Holy Water Spring and undergo a native Balinese water purification ceremony, where our souls and sins of the days past will be exiled from our bodies.
Conway and Cass will believe this is a moment of healing and prosperity. Little do they know, I just don’t want to eat bad meat at the Jungle feast that will take place on Sunday, the ultimate day of sacrifice.
The following day, our morning will start off just like every other morning. A light breakfast, maybe some yoga or a cooking class in the middle of the jungle. What Conway and Cass fail to realize is that everything they consumed on that morning was injected with the most potent sedative the island has to offer.
Next thing you know, the last supper takes place, and and the internet has been wiped clean of The Liberty Line and all of our identities, unless I go the internet cafe route, but I feel like that’s more of a real-time “vibe check” after I understand the impact of eating two of my best friends.
If you have traveled to Indonesia before, we could use all the tips we can get as we prepare for this important journey. Keep me posted.




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