Comments on: Go Phils (a.k.a. Eagles explore new depths of craptasticness) http://bountybowl.com/2007/10/01/go-phils-aka-eagles/ What Would Buddy Do? Wed, 17 Mar 2010 06:16:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: Maximus http://bountybowl.com/2007/10/01/go-phils-aka-eagles/#comment-219 Maximus Thu, 20 Dec 2007 09:03:41 +0000 http://bountybowl.com/2007/10/01/go-phils-aka-eagles/#comment-219 I would like to see a continuation of the topic I would like to see a continuation of the topic

]]> By: Joe Z http://bountybowl.com/2007/10/01/go-phils-aka-eagles/#comment-53 Joe Z Wed, 03 Oct 2007 17:54:23 +0000 http://bountybowl.com/2007/10/01/go-phils-aka-eagles/#comment-53 Certainly a painful game. The offensive line was shockingly weak, for a unit that has been pretty strong in the last year or two. Surprising that one change to the line could cause such disruption -- although clearly Winston Justice was the weakest link. Even when thy brought in extra guys to block, the Giants seemed to have their way--Reno Mahe, by the way, is a horrendous blocker. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Sellick's name was called twice, if only becuase I am such a big fan of Magnum PI. Personal note: I had the misfortune of sitting next to an angry short young woman from the "mainline" who was a constant source of vulgarity and offensive vrbal expectoration. Showed absolutely zero respect for her surroundings and called out pretty much everyone around her. At one point the man in front of her called her some nasty words, and I was afraid a fight would break out, and I chimed in--I think the people in front thought I was protecting her and started arguing with me. It was not pretty. Meanwhile, the shrew's poor husband did not chime in at all, leading her to march out of the seats. I made friendly with most of the Giants fans around me in their absence, who realized I was not with them. The couple came back, and was quiet for a little and then started back up again--this time with no Good Samaritanism from me. No fisticuffs, but the husband did go through the motions of protecting the honor of his beloved, although not completely to her satisfaction. In all my games in Philadelphia and elsewhere, I have never come across such antagonistic villainy. Night games stink - you get home so late and are exhausted the next day. I guess previous years' games I was ok with since I spent my drowsy mornings reading about the glories of the prior night, and emailing with other fans, similar to schoolgirls jubilantly telling after a night of kissing.... but oh no not this past Monday. Instead it was a morning of a sa widow's mourning after a prior night's shipwreck. Certainly a painful game. The offensive line was shockingly weak, for a unit that has been pretty strong in the last year or two. Surprising that one change to the line could cause such disruption — although clearly Winston Justice was the weakest link. Even when thy brought in extra guys to block, the Giants seemed to have their way–Reno Mahe, by the way, is a horrendous blocker.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that Sellick’s name was called twice, if only becuase I am such a big fan of Magnum PI.

Personal note: I had the misfortune of sitting next to an angry short young woman from the “mainline” who was a constant source of vulgarity and offensive vrbal expectoration. Showed absolutely zero respect for her surroundings and called out pretty much everyone around her. At one point the man in front of her called her some nasty words, and I was afraid a fight would break out, and I chimed in–I think the people in front thought I was protecting her and started arguing with me. It was not pretty. Meanwhile, the shrew’s poor husband did not chime in at all, leading her to march out of the seats. I made friendly with most of the Giants fans around me in their absence, who realized I was not with them. The couple came back, and was quiet for a little and then started back up again–this time with no Good Samaritanism from me. No fisticuffs, but the husband did go through the motions of protecting the honor of his beloved, although not completely to her satisfaction. In all my games in Philadelphia and elsewhere, I have never come across such antagonistic villainy.

Night games stink - you get home so late and are exhausted the next day. I guess previous years’ games I was ok with since I spent my drowsy mornings reading about the glories of the prior night, and emailing with other fans, similar to schoolgirls jubilantly telling after a night of kissing…. but oh no not this past Monday. Instead it was a morning of a sa widow’s mourning after a prior night’s shipwreck.

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