I’ve never been a huge Kevin Harlan guy– always thought of him as sort of a poor man’s Marv Albert. But there he is, calling basically every big sporting event, be it on TV or for Westwood One.
He nailed this call on Torrey Smith’s touchdown last night:
— Zach Gelb (@ZachGelb) January 22, 2018
I really need to go back and watch this game again. I was unable to comprehend things yesterday. My circuits didn’t have logic to interpret what I was seeing. Like I had a sports-induced brown out– I can remember things if you remind me, but my recall of specific events is non-existent.
As you bask in an epic Eagles victory at your job today, imagine if a prominent voice in your profession had said this about you:
“Everyone knows Pederson isn’t a head coach. He might be less qualified to coach a team than anyone in the NFL. Pederson was barely a coordinator before he became head coach. When will the Eagles admit their mistake?”
This effing guy.
The quote above is attributable to Mike Lombardi of The Ringer, who was spewing this garbage in that delightful preseason window where anyone who, say, got fired from the Cleveland Browns’ front office, can run his mouth about a grown man who is actually in the arena, coaching a team in games where the results count. Doug Pederson is now one game away from a Super Bowl win, and Lombardi is still a nobody.
We need not focus on the numerous gutsy decisions Pederson made when Carson Wentz was still at the controls. You don’t need to be a great gamer when you have a cheat code like #11 to deploy. It’s what you do when the cheat code is disabled, when your backup becomes your starter and defines your ability to lead, that’s what matters. Continue Reading
Vikings fans, presumably fresh off a lake fishing excursion, with nothing better to do today after their team got skollfucked by the Eagles, have organized a Facebook event to “toss stuff at Eagles fans Super Bowl Sunday” in the parking lot of their own stadium, which they won’t be able to get in while… get this… the Eagles play in the Super Bowl.
Here’s the event description:
We are rallying and tossing stuff at anyone with anything eagles on too show them the same hospitality they showed our fans and team in philly “skol” got a lot of unneeded junk sitting at your house ? stop by with it and toss stuff until your hearts content , we will be giving prizes to the person with the most bullseyes as well as throwing purple paint bombs , to make there ugly feathery turquoise jerseys the right color 😈😈 dress in full Vikings gear All you need is some folding chairs a cooler with beer and a good arm SKOLLLL! This is our city
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, they’re so cute when they’re mad.
Also, it seems they might be dangerous.
The two people organizing the event, whose names you can see but I won’t bother to link to because… yeah, that’s not a good idea, have pictures showing off their work tools, Vikings fandom, oh and assault rifles. Currently there are 448 people going and 2,600 people “interested in going,” which seems like the RSVP equivalent of not bringing ones to a strip club and just leaching off everyone else’s zeal while you claim you were just there for a coworker’s birthday and generally don’t approve of such behavior.
The comments on the page are mostly people telling their fellow ice men and women not to “stoop to our level,” but alas there are others:
Finish. It would be a war we can’t finish. Except… we did finish it, sometime around late in the second quarter yesterday.
— Joe (@JoeMcB) January 22, 2018
H/T to (@_weedie21)
I love everything right now. I love that the Eagles are going to the Super Bowl. The Super Bowl, BABY! I love that they’re playing the Patriots with a chance to dethrone football royalty and exorcise the demons that still loom from a Super Bowl 39 loss and have haunted this city and its people since. I loved watching fans erupt into the streets throughout the city last night to celebrate this run, a run so many foolishly thought impossible. Fans like this guy:
Eagles fans chanting "fuck that grease" (jcamp616/IG) pic.twitter.com/SbA51RxVS8
— Busted Coverage (@bustedcoverage) January 22, 2018
“Fuck that grease!” What a city.
Anyway, you know what else I love? Taking the low road. I can’t help it. There’s just something so wholly satisfying about rubbing a naysayer’s face in it. It’s such an aggressive and gratifying release. Does this make me a bad person? Maybe. Is it indicative of a personality disorder? Absolutely, but I’m owning it—the thought of Minnesota Vikings fans waking up in misery this morning makes me feel good inside. They were so damn sure that their team was going to the Super Bowl, and why wouldn’t they have been? Every talking head, analyst and football writer told them how great the defense was, how solid Case Keenum was, how they were rooting for a team of destiny. Nick Foles? Against that defense. No way. I mean, how much of this stuff did they see this week? Continue Reading
As I move along Frankford Avenue toward Cottman Avenue to join the Eagles celebration, I am pulled by an invisible tide that has guided me since I was a little kid walking to McDonald’s with my grandpop.
I’ve lived in Mayfair most of my life, and I’ve gotten to know a number of its landmarks.
There’s the abandoned building where the McDonald’s used to be. Across the street is a Republic Bank where the Mayfair Movie Theater used to be.
Used to be. It’s a favorite phrase of the “back in the day” brigade that frequently laments the deteriorating condition of Mayfair. Upon reflecting on the evidence, they have a point.
There’s the place that once sold ice cream. There’s the building where you could get your watch fixed. The Stutz Candy Company held down prime real estate on the avenue at one time. These places are all gone, relics of a bygone era.
Yea, they’ve won a few Super Bowls and the Eagles haven’t.
Eli Manning and Phil Simms and Jeff Hostetler and whatever.
But let’s check in on New York fans today, beginning with a somewhat “tone deaf” tweet from a dope running the Empire State Building account:
Congratulations to the @Patriots and the @Eagles, The AFC and NFC Champions! In honor of their upcoming trip to the big game our lights are now shining in their colors. Who will you be cheering for on February 4th? 🏈 pic.twitter.com/IsDZLLbrmG
— Empire State Bldg (@EmpireStateBldg) January 22, 2018
It went about as well as expected:
I’ve tried to write about the Eagles this season without any sort of emotional attachment to the team.
But the truth is that I grew up a Birds fan in the suburbs, so it would be disingenuous for me to say that I didn’t really care about the results. Of course I wanted them to win just as much as you did, and not just for “clicks.”
So it’s kind of strange, because I didn’t know how to feel after the Eagles put together the most comprehensive beatdown I’ve seen in more than a decade. I just sort of sat there in my living room, typing away with a shit-eating grin, happy for people like my 67-year-old dad, who has never seen the Eagles win the Super Bowl. I thought about the five uncles who have watched the Birds bomb out year after year after year. You think about the blue collar family from Bridesburg or Bordentown, where Sunday means more than just watching football.
It’s about the people, you know? It always has been, and it means something to this town that you just can’t explain to outsiders. Philly fans have been through a lot.
That said, I’ve never seen a local team play better in a “big game” scenario. Never. And if you want to kind of boil it down to one line that really explains everything, it’s this:
They scored 38 unanswered points in the NFC Championship Game.
I mean.. Lord Jesus Christ in Heaven. They scored 38 unanswered points in the NFC Championship game, coming from behind after the Vikings went 75 yards for the easiest of touchdowns on the game’s opening drive. You probably had that sinking feeling. Crossing Broad slack chat was “tight,” if you know what I mean. And drunk. At least four people were totally hammered. It was that familiar feeling of impending doom.
“Not so fast my friends!” as Lee Corso once said.
What we witnessed after that first Eagle drive was nothing short of total destruction.
We’ve seen so many losers come through this city, and yet here we are in 2018, with Doug Pederson and Nick Foles, of all people, leading the Eagles to the Super Bowl.
What a time to be alive. Continue Reading
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