The National Hustle welcomes Philly Keys to tackle our blog’s third guest post. Philly Keys is a native Philadelphian who loves sports and now calls Atlanta home.
OK, enough. Yes, we booed a pathetic, decrepit Santa Claus. Yes, we booed Michael Irvin as he lay prostrate on the Vet Stadium concrete. Some of “us” have been known to use vomit as a weapon. Others have been escorted to a basement prison and convicted by a presiding judge … in our own home stadium. And yes, Mr. Andrus, our celebrated security personnel have wielded a taser on occasion, to subdue a raucous fan or two, but only when there was no other alternative.
But to use those singular few events, perpetrated by a few bad egg inebriated individuals, to categorize an entire city? Ridiculous. That’s like saying the entire city of Tucson should get a bad name because of the streaker ref, or that Detroit should suffer eternal damnation for Kid Rock, or that Atlanta is a hick town because it spawned John Rocker. Bad examples? Perhaps, but you get my point.
Philly is a great sports town, from Conshohocken to the Main Line, from West Chester to West Philly, from the Palestra to Ashburn Alley, from Pat’s to Geno’s to Jim’s, from Bull’s BarBQ to Ardmore Pizza (my personal fave). But we are a long suffering fan base, who continue to expect more from our teams and get less. We’ve suffered more than our share of stomach punches (via Bill Simmons, @sportsguy33) throughout the years, and we’ve celebrated precious few championships. So cut us a break, for gosh sakes, and back off these “Philly fans suck” posts. Yes, the Phillies ended our title drought in 2008, but they’ve turned around and tantalized us now 3 years running, dropping out of baseball’s big dance earlier and earlier each postseason. You’ve already forgotten the few near misses and the much more frequent ineptitude? Let’s take a journey back through the past 30 years or so, shall we? Continue reading