Nice spot by our friends over at Phans of Philly, who located this guy in the gigapixel photo, throwing the double B’s probably at DeSean Jaccson. Tony here may be sitting in 118, but don’t be fooled by his polo shirt and shiny watch, he’s an upper-decker at heart, motherfucker.
I seriously might spend all day trying to find ridiculous people and Erin Andrews in this thing. And somehow, it’ll be profitable for me. God bless the USA, Lee Greenwood.
You can try to find yourself in this MASSIVE gigapixel (that’s, like, 100 pixels!) photo from the Eagles-Redskins game. That’s me, sitting next to our NRG ticket giveaway winner (@Rcallaway16) and in front of the family Peters. See if you can guess which is which.
Find yourself… or just creep on hot chicks. [Link is slow loading.]
Email from reader Mark, one of St. Joe’s finest:
great coverage of the game yesterday. Just figured I’d share this gem from my tailgate yesterday. We were planning on burning our desean jerseys as many did, when the mounted police left us a nice treat… a big ole horse shit! We flipped the dung on top of the desean jerseys and people were driving over the jerseys it was great! one guy in a huge truck ran it over then backed up to run it over again, then spun out on the jerseys, it was awesome until we realized horse shit was flying everywhere! Fuck Desean.
“The Hawk Will Never Die!”
Email from reader Brian, who presumably didn’t know that this was all reader Mark’s doing:
Kyle- a police horse took a dump on a pile of Jaccpot jerseys yesterday. A step up (or down?) from burning them. Enjoy.
And they say it’s always sunny here.
Phillies fans booed Jayson Werth the other night, as most MLB teams do to former players (especially ones who handled their departure the way he did). It’s almost a game at this point. The fans boo Werth, he screws with the Phanatic, messes with the fans, and continues to count his money. It’s almost as if the Werth vs. the fans rivalry has flipped from real world anger to pro wrestling villain-level taunting.
So it is no surprise that Werth, who is a troll and a d-bag because he enjoys being both of those things, gets booed every time he comes to the plate at Citizens Bank Park. I’d honestly be surprised if it bothered him at all. He’d probably be more bothered if there was just total silence when he approached (which, the way attendance is going, may actually happen soon). It’s the minor-est of minor issues, but Kenny Albert and F.P. Santangelo didn’t think so.
While announcing a Phils/Nats game on Fox, the duo went back to the old, tired, “They Booed Santa” meme. The whole thing is barely worth getting angry about, but we here at Crossing Broad would just like the point out that the actual Santa booing of legend happened eleven years before the birth of Jayson Werth, and likely before the birth of 90% of those who were booing him on Saturday night. Plus, this wasn’t even the meanest Phillies fans have been to Jayson Werth.
Still, you have to wonder, if Kenny keeps bringing this up, will the next national announcer have to say “They booed Santa but KILLED KENNY! THOSE BASTARDS.”
H/T to reader Matt
pic via local mystery writer Allen Schatz
He’s seen enough.
Oddly, a few years ago, right after the Phillies traded for Hunter Pence, reader Luke sent me a picture of him and his newborn son, L.J., who had shat himself out of sheer joy when Pence went yard for the first time as a Phillie. L.J. had been born into a world where Ruben Amaro was king. Those were good times. Now, three years later, Rube is little more than a jester, and babies enter the world during a time of great turmoil. Of course, their reaction is still to just shit their pants.
Bob says that this is his second kid. His first was given a Fire Andy sign. Let’s make it 2-for-2, Bobo.
Four years ago, you might have assumed that this was just one of the many bandwagon fans who went to Phillies games to get “blackout drunk by the fourth inning.” But this person, hurling into a CBP trash can during the Phils’ 11-2 defeat at the jowls of Bartolo Colon last night, may have just been disgusted by the on-field product.
UPDATE: Apparently this picture is two years old despite the fact that (trusted!) reader (@Banditmax) told me his friend took it last night. I should’ve known from the grainy Blackberry camera.
H/T to (@Banditmax)
Scumbag Steve incarnate? Maybe. But I… don’t hate this hat. Now if he just wipes that murderous scowl off his face, he might be in business at the Miami clubs tonight.