You may recall that, late in the year of last, we broke down the Sixers’ courtside celeb game in the wake of Meek Mill’s prison sentence. In the months that followed, the city rallied behind Meek and his song became a rallying cry for the Eagles en route to WINNING THE SUPER BOWL (fuck, that feels good to type). The whole landscape of the city has been transformed by on-field success and a Process-y swag that pervades the Illadelph, or whatever it is the douchebags call it these days. A new DA has even vowed #freemeek from the clink.
Glad I happened to be passing by in West Chester the other night, it was great to meet. Again, appreciate the share of that eagles in the uber video.
I figured I’ll keep sharing my content in case you want to use it. This is video is the extended version of the two gems from delco I picked up, the last lines back and forth between them is gold. (Ive been in contact with them, the fact they are on crossing broad has made their lives fyi).
You never go full Delco.
For real, though, I’m all-in on these guys. I need them to take a ride with Ed if the Eagles win. In fact, right after they win. And to the parade. Wonder if the Birds savant in the back ever got his hoagie sampled.
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In many ways, the Philadelphia Eagles enter their matchup with the New Orleans Saints this weekend in a similar spot to what their previous opponent, the Dallas Cowboys, found themselves in a week ago. More than a touchdown underdog on the road against what’s believed to be a far superior team, the Eagles appear outclassed and overmatched. Most people figured they were tuning into the Cowboys’ funeral a week ago, and just as many, if
Black Friday is just about a week away, and if you’re like me, you could probably use some extra spending money to take advantage of all the hot deals that will soon be out there. Good news. There will be plenty of betting opportunities to find some winners this weekend. It’s Week 11 in the NFL and the race for the playoffs is revving up. Every Top 25 college football team is in action. There’s
Uber Driver Ed, on his very funny YouTube channel, posted a video of conversations with Eagles fans (who gave their consent to be filmed). A lot of deep, probing insight here, but I’d like to rank the top 5 characters in this noir flick:
This guy doesn’t say much, presumably because he’s too engrossed in the bottle of Corona he brought along for the ride, but he took off work for the parade next week, and if he doesn’t have a future as a director of sales for a meat-packing company serving high-end clients in Philly, D.C., and New York, I’d be shocked. SHOCKED, I tell you. Continue Reading
It’s a tale as old as time. Some out-of-town athlete, in a roundabout way, tells reporters that Philly sports fans are assholes, usually while also referencing a tired cliché. Then, said Philly sports fans and local media get all upset about unfair mischaracterizations. Snowballs at Santa, Duracells at J.D. Drew, and jail cells at The Vet. “It’s, just like, so unfair. Every team has a few bad fans.” Guys like me will run to our blogs and pound the key strokes with purpose as we try to convince outsiders that we’re just misunderstood.
The latest example of this nonsense comes from Redskins running back Chris Thompson, who went on ESPN 980 in Washington and explained to host Bram Weinstein that his family won’t be in attendance for this Monday’s pivotal NFC East showdown because, well, because we’re mean. (You can listen to the full spot below.)
“I heard that’s the one stadium you keep your family from going to. I said, ‘Absolutely not, you’re going to have to wait until Dallas comes around.’ Because my stepdad, he’s a big guy. And if he starts fighting, it’ll be real bad out there. I was told that right away my rookie year: ‘Keep your family away.’”
Thompson, specifically, referenced a pregame incident at Lincoln Financial Field during his rookie year.
“So two years ago, you see a lot of the players pre-game when we run out of the tunnel, guys just go pray or whatever in the end zone,” Thompson said. “I went and prayed in the end zone, and one of the [fans] told me, he was like, ‘God’s not going to help you today.’ And I was like oh, shoot. I heard it while I was praying. I was like dang. All right, that’s a little harsh.”
Shoot. Dang. Golly, Chris. You’re right. That’s SO harsh.
Typically, one would expect me to go on a rant filled with righteous indignation over the national misperception of this fan base in an attempt to change the stigma associated with this area’s sports fan. Nope. I don’t have it in me to blowback against a false narrative so firmly entrenched in others’ minds that it cannot possibly ever be rewritten. Realistically, what can you do? Go on Twitter and bark, “Fuck Chris Thompson? Fuck Colin Cowherd?” Nah. Instead, everybody out there should be dogs about it. Just own this bullshit story and keep doing exactly what you do. Continue to be intense, loud, and loyal. Continue to show support for teams that asked for patience and understanding as they tore apart rosters in long and arduous rebuilds. But, most importantly, let people who have no fucking clue what they’re talking about continue to think whatever the hell they want about the fans in this city. Fuck them. Seriously. I’ll wait while you do…
Glad you’re back. Anyway, Philly sports fans shouldn’t need the approval of players like Chris Thompson, or guys like Colin Cowherd to validate their legitimacy as a first-class fan base. You need not be that insecure. You’re just fine.
Personally, I like that the fans are in Chris Thompson’s head. I like that he senses the hostility. That he doesn’t trust them. Be uncomfortable. Frankly, I hope it’s an antagonistic crowd that occupies the 69,176 seats at Lincoln Financial Field on Monday night. Picture this. Monday night. It’s somewhere in the middle of the third quarter. Chris Thompson can’t hear himself think as he looks around a raucous stadium. The fans continue to give Thompson and his teammates hell. He looks up at the scoreboard and sees “31-0,” and suddenly it hits him—that Eagles fan from his rookie season turned out to be right. God isn’t going to help him this night.
I’ll say one thing about Colin Cowherd– bashing Philly is his shtick and he… shticks with it (sorry). But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s an asshole who will happily dismiss facts or even basic observation to take a shot when given the chance, which is exactly what he did today when he bashed Philly fans because he was in need of clicks and knows that nothing will bring them out more than taking aim at the smartest, most engaged fans in the country: Continue Reading
What is it with New York athletes and spitting allegations?
First it was Keith Hernandez, who was accused of hurling a wad at Cosmo Kramer after committing an error that lead to a five-run ninth inning for the Phillies.
This week, it was Giants receiver Brandon Marshall who allegedly spat on a fan, this time during pregame warmups at Lincoln Financial Field. It started when the fan, wearing a throwback Randall Cunningham jersey, reportedly began to taunt Marshall:
It’s impossible to tell if any spitting did occur. There’s no definitive proof. I can’t freeze-frame any flying phlegm. There’s certainly a chance that the frothy shouting could have resulted in saliva spewing, but it’s not like Marshall rears his head back to hock up a big ole’ loogie.
Maybe this will remain a mystery, unless Jerry Seinfeld comes along to debunk the accusation.
Three days, 253 draft picks, hundreds of thousands of people booing NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell.
And as Philadelphia recovers from hosting an estimated 250,000 fans at the weekend’s NFL draft, one other number stands out: zero arrests.
Philadelphia Police said Monday that the festival-style extravaganza passed peacefully; authorities did not even hand out any draft-related citations, according to a spokesman.
I’m sort of shocked. Not because Eagles fans are expected to get arrested, but because it’s damn near impossible to have any event with 250k people without a single arrest. So much for that nasty stereotype. Imagine if this event were held in LA? You’d have more gang shootings while the first pick was on the clock than the number of times Rich Eisen talked about someone’s wardrobe. Philly is loud and a little rough around the edges, but when it comes to actual crime, take your pick of LA, Kansas City, Oakland, San Fran, Cleveland, Dallas and so on– that’s where the actual bad shit happens.
Side note: This is the point where people send me a bunch of accounts of truly heinous acts that weren’t publicized.
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.