Having spent this long weekend being rather lazy (working on training a new puppy). I found myself watching quite a bit of a "Rocky" marathon. The first one is the obvious favorite here. Having grown up just a few blocks from where he made his memorable run through the Italian Market section of South Philly. This movie , like so many things, brings back great memories.
I love how in this scene he is so overcome with pride and emotion that the sensible thing to do is throw up his hands in celebration. It didn't seem forced at all. Very real. That's why I love this scene and this movie.