It’s rare that we will find a sports figure who can turn around the boo and boomerang it back in the other direction, but Drew Pearson became the absolute best heel that Philly could’ve asked for last night.

See, this is the difference between the Pat Burrell boo and Adam Eaton boo. We sense fear and vulnerability. Guys like Eaton and Kevin Millwood – any many others – had a deer in the headlights look at the faintest whiff of a boo. They couldn’t take it and, frankly, didn’t understand it. Once we pick up on that, you’re done. Like a dog whose master cedes their seating position on the couch– the balance of power is thrown all out of whack. We sense the anxiety. Roger Goodell is getting the Eaton boo. You can see the fear in his eyes. Sure, he “brought it on” the other night and has been playing to the crowd better than expected, but it’s easy to see how uncomfortable that situation makes him. You can hear the slight cracking of his voice.

Pearson, on the other hand, earned the Burrell boo. It’s not just granted upon you– it’s doled out to only the most deserving. Burrell, depite hitting like .086 and striking out every at-bat that one season, never flinched, and somehow he came back bigger, better and most likely harder because of it. He was born in the boo, molded by it. Pearson, last night, somehow earned himself the Burrell boo in the span of about 50 seconds. I’ve never seen that before. It was excellent and we give him our respect.

Meanwhile, Goodell’s still wondering why no one’s talking about his attempted heel turn.