I’m a Philly sports fan. With the exception of DC United and a brief dalliance with the Cubs in the early 80s when the Phillies traded my hero, Larry Bowa, I’m a Philly fan through and through.
Chad Ogea. The Process. Marion Campbell. Rich Kotite. Nick Leyva. I remember some awful Flyers teams. Sil Campusano. Charlie Hayes. Rick Schu. LaSalle Thompson. I’ve seen a lot of crap in my time.
And I’m still a Philly fan. And I realize saying that sparks one of two responses: Pity or revulsion.
I get it. We’re loud. We’ve got chips on our shoulders from all the losing. We can’t shut up when we win. Yes, we’ve earned some of it. But some of it... well, you try hearing that damn Santa Claus story again. It was 50 years ago.
But I can feel your pain. You see, I have avoided WIP, Philly’s famous sports station, like the plague much of my life. And thankfully, I left town before The Fanatic made it big. Because if you want to hear nonsense that makes you want to repeatedly hit yourself over the head with a hammer, listen to the talk personalities on sports radio, and the sycophants who call in. They may not have much in common, but I’m pretty sure they don’t watch the game.
These are the people who called for Charlie Manuel and Doug Pedersen’s heads before they won championships. Nick Foles should have been cut. Rhys Hoskins is becoming Dom Brown. Embiid, Simmons and now Fultz are busts. Trade ‘em all. Fire ‘em all.
Put you out of my misery.
I moved to Washington, DC in 2003, and while I miss my trips to the stadium complex, one thing I did not miss was that drivel. DC sports radio is invisible. Controversy in DC sports is nonexistent (I’m sure the local would disagree, but boy, is it tame down here).
Over time technology has allowed me to watch the Phils, Birds, Sixers and Fly-guys with the hometown broadcasts like I was listening or watching to the local stations. I could read the local sports news, too. Ah, but the Internet is a double-edged sword.
Commentors.
All of the worst aspects of talk radio, with the added anonymity of the Internet. What could possibly be better?
Take all the comments from your lovable Trumpers on the right, and all your lovable anti-Trumpers on the left, shake ‘em up and you will have more lucid, coherent arguments than you will ever find commenting on a story on the NBC Sports Philly website.
Just shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! Just stop it! No wonder the world hates us. I hate us, too. You have no credibility. Proof? We tried it your way once. You pressured the Eagles to run Big Red out of town to hire Chip Kelly. That was you! How’d that work out? Enough!
Seriously, I know it's not easy being a Philadelphia sports fan. We had to wait a lifetime to celebrate a Super Bowl. But the Phillies are finally climbing out of the cellar. The Process is starting to pay off. And the Flyers... well, they're the Flyers. We have tradition, history, rituals, and legendary voices. Enjoy it. Because it won't be long before all you will be able to do is talk about how great the old guys were.
Chad Ogea. The Process. Marion Campbell. Rich Kotite. Nick Leyva. I remember some awful Flyers teams. Sil Campusano. Charlie Hayes. Rick Schu. LaSalle Thompson. I’ve seen a lot of crap in my time.
And I’m still a Philly fan. And I realize saying that sparks one of two responses: Pity or revulsion.
I get it. We’re loud. We’ve got chips on our shoulders from all the losing. We can’t shut up when we win. Yes, we’ve earned some of it. But some of it... well, you try hearing that damn Santa Claus story again. It was 50 years ago.
But I can feel your pain. You see, I have avoided WIP, Philly’s famous sports station, like the plague much of my life. And thankfully, I left town before The Fanatic made it big. Because if you want to hear nonsense that makes you want to repeatedly hit yourself over the head with a hammer, listen to the talk personalities on sports radio, and the sycophants who call in. They may not have much in common, but I’m pretty sure they don’t watch the game.
These are the people who called for Charlie Manuel and Doug Pedersen’s heads before they won championships. Nick Foles should have been cut. Rhys Hoskins is becoming Dom Brown. Embiid, Simmons and now Fultz are busts. Trade ‘em all. Fire ‘em all.
Put you out of my misery.
I moved to Washington, DC in 2003, and while I miss my trips to the stadium complex, one thing I did not miss was that drivel. DC sports radio is invisible. Controversy in DC sports is nonexistent (I’m sure the local would disagree, but boy, is it tame down here).
Over time technology has allowed me to watch the Phils, Birds, Sixers and Fly-guys with the hometown broadcasts like I was listening or watching to the local stations. I could read the local sports news, too. Ah, but the Internet is a double-edged sword.
Commentors.
All of the worst aspects of talk radio, with the added anonymity of the Internet. What could possibly be better?
Take all the comments from your lovable Trumpers on the right, and all your lovable anti-Trumpers on the left, shake ‘em up and you will have more lucid, coherent arguments than you will ever find commenting on a story on the NBC Sports Philly website.
Just shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! Just stop it! No wonder the world hates us. I hate us, too. You have no credibility. Proof? We tried it your way once. You pressured the Eagles to run Big Red out of town to hire Chip Kelly. That was you! How’d that work out? Enough!
Seriously, I know it's not easy being a Philadelphia sports fan. We had to wait a lifetime to celebrate a Super Bowl. But the Phillies are finally climbing out of the cellar. The Process is starting to pay off. And the Flyers... well, they're the Flyers. We have tradition, history, rituals, and legendary voices. Enjoy it. Because it won't be long before all you will be able to do is talk about how great the old guys were.
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