Having read this, I felt the need to speak to the fans (and their enablers in the media)that booed throughout the opening series of the Philadelphia Philies' season. My message is brief: Get a fucking life. Is your life so meaningless and pathetic that you need to ruin a beautiful day for everyone? So pathetic that you need to get any attention at all, even as an annoying loser?
Unfortunately, this is not some isolated incident, but rather a recurring theme here. The city has become defined by obnoxious sports fans, and these same fans revel in their infamy. You know the type. The ones who booed Donovan McNabb on Draft Day. The losers who harass women in the Eagles' parking lots. The 'tough' guys fighting in the stands at games. The trash who call into WIP all day and all night to complain about how pathetic (insert some team or person) is/are. The ones who break into "E-A-G-L-E-S" cheers at bars.
They know nothing about sports, evidenced by booing the team in the third game of a 162-game season (!!!). They are fair-weather fans, turning at the first sign of trouble. They bask in their masculinity, but spend much of their time with only men (No homo?). They stress their toughness and ability to intimidate other teams' fans, but spend most of their wallowing in misery and self-pity likke bitches. Read Frank Fitzpatrick's response, as perhaps his sarcasm can get through your anger, self-pity and drunkeness to show you what idiots you are.
Here are a few suggestions for those who are so overcome with rage that the Phillies lost two of their first three games. 1) Don't watch or attend any games. Spend time with your wives, girlfriends, friends, family. 2) Watch the games for the entertainment and fun intended. Since you consider yourselves such sports fans, it should not be difficult to enjoy the fucking sport, right? 3) Take all of that anger over losses and the end of Y100, and put it into something worthwhile. Get involved, and address some of the problems and injustices in the actual, everyday world.
They should be an embarrassment to all of the great fans who have hope and optimism every year, in spite of the losses and disappointments. The ones who cheer great performances, who know the nuances of the game, and who know that being a tough sports town only applies to those who don't hustle, or work hard or play for the team. The ones who cheer fighters on at the Blue Horizon in meaningless fights, who loved the Broad Street Bullies like family, and who love Allen Iverson all the more because of his foibles. Take back your city and your sports teams.
While this might seem like a meaningless topic, it does have an underlying theme that I have made one of the foci of this blog. Tom Ferrick wrote about the season opener, and had this to say about a guy who screamed at Jim Thome late in the game:
He must have lapsed back into a Philadelphia state of mind: consigned to expecting the worst, with periodic outbreaks of anguish and despair.
Sorry, Tom, but this is not my state of mind. This is not the state of mind of the people investing their money and time to develop and build the city up, the ones putting on art shows or concerts, the ones opening their own stores or businesses, the ones who stayed while cowards ran to the 'eden' of the suburbs. I am tired of hearing this same old shit about the city, and how the worst will always happen here. I am tired of hearing all of the negativity and hate. For those who feel this way, take my earlier advice. Shut the fuck up, move away, fade away, die, whatever it takes. You are the past, and you are reading the future.