Kristen: The Pats are familiar with Jevon Kearse from last year's Divisional Playoff game against the Titans. How will that help/hinder them now that he's with a new team and running a different defensive scheme. Discuss.
Eh, I tried.
Also, let me see if I've got this right. The Dolphins have quarterbacks named A.J. Feeley and Jay Fiedler. The Falcons have a kicker named Jay Feely. So somewhere, there must be an A.J. Fiedler, right? That's how this works?
Sam:Jevon Kearse and Jeremiah Trotter scare the pants off of me.
I'm afraid that we're gonna try to tackle McNabb and he's just going to do that thing where he steps up with a defender hanging onto his ankles and makes a 60-yard completion.
The Flash movie you get when you visit the Eagles' homepage made me wriggle in dorky, art student glee.
I almost don't want to root against Freddie Mitchell. Almost.
Mer: I'm not kidding when I say it had me crying like a baby at work yesterday. I'm saying fuck Jacksonville...I'm buying a ticket to Philly for next weekend. I need to be home when this game is played.
Kristen: McNabb has that crazy little hitch run thing that he does which always seems to lead to a huge gain, as you mentioned. He's a master at turning nothing into something. And am I the only one that worries about giant defenders and Tom's little chicken legs? I just keep replaying that Lawyer Milloy hit (mmm, Lawyer Milloy) over and over in my mind and it just makes me cringe. Honestly, it's not that I don't have confidence in the Pats offensive line, I just, I don't know, get all squicked out when Tom gets sacked. Repeated screams of "Get OFF my quarterback!" are testament to that fact. And big scary defenders are, well, big and scary. And McNabb can move. Tom? Not so much. I love him but you can time his runs with a sundial.
But then, we have Rodney Harrison which, yeah, trained killer, that guy.
Sam: Oh man, ladies.
I'm sitting here in class, surfin' the internet because people are still
trickling in and the professor hasn't started yet, and I read >this (spoof)article. I had to hold in laughter so hard that my eyes started watering.
"I can blow up the fucking sun if you want."
Anyway...Trotter scares me too. But Tommy is tough. Tougher than he looks, definitely. You'd think he'd cry if he broke a nail to look at him, but I've seen him take a punishing, whalloping, gigantic hit and come up laughing. As for hitting him in the legs, he's a bit too elusive in the pocket for that to be a likely possibility. He usually gets hit when he's blindsided, and it's generally from behind or to the side.
Kristen: And to prove his toughness, evidently he played with a 103 degree fever on Sunday and was receiving and IV in his left arm until game time. Squee!
Yeah, he's tough. No doubt. Separated shoulder last year and everything, no disrespect to Steve McNair. I just, you know, sort of want to block for him myself or something.
Mer: I can't believe none of you have mentioned the fact that the Eagles have signed Jeff Thomason, a contruction project manager who has been retired for two years, to replace Chad Lewis, the guy who scored 2 TDs in the NFC Championship Game. Don't worry about my feelings...go ahead and laugh. It's ok.
Also, TO's doctor said yesterday that he would not clear him to play. Though, knowing TO, he'll find a way to get onto the field. His effectiveness will be at a minimum though....and my money says he reinjures his ankle and spends his offseason rehabing.
You guys are right to fear Jeremiah Trotter and Jevon Kearse. They are bad muthafuckers. And Trotter is on a mission, which I'll be blogging about soon enough. But, ya know, they are only two guys. I fear that it won't be enough.
Yes, I'm excited for the Bowl. But I am even more excited to see what hairdo FredEx shows up with.
Beth, this should wipe away all your worries about the outcome of the game.
And I'd like to end with something that made me warm and fuzzy inside. The Phillies' Jim Thome was at the Eagles game last weekend, and had this to say:
"It was awesome. You cannot believe the way these people are. This is another level," Thome said. "This is a totally different level. The intensity of these people. Everything stops. Everything revolves around the sports teams."
Kristen: Hey now, Mer, chin up about Jeff Thomason. We've got a college wrestler who never so much as played a snap of pro ball before this year protecting our QB's ass and that's worked out pretty well so far.
I am not taking the Eagles for granted. No way, no how. And the fact that
everyone else seems to be is worrying me immensely. Remember 2001? The
Greatest Show on Turf? Remember how that turned out? Right, I'm just sayin'.
Mer: Ah yes, and in 2001, the Pats were 14 point underdogs. I would kill for an upset like that. Literally, I would kill. There are a handful of rednecks around here that no one would miss.
Beth: Hey, which reminds me...we need to talk about the CLASH OF CIVILIZATIONS represented by this SB. Two tough-assed, hypercritical, bloodthirsty blue-collar towns...two intense and passionate old-school East Coast cities with something to prove. Jacksonville isn't going to know what hit it.
Mer: My two favorite sports towns, no doubt about it.
And as my friend pointed out, the header of my blog has really become somewhat of a SuperBowl advertisement.
Beth: Mer, give us some insight into Philly and how it differs from Boston.
Kristen: Gregg Easterbrook from NFL.com has taken to calling it the "Democracy Bowl." Liberty Bell vs. the U.S.S. Constitution. Cheesteaks vs. Chowder. Ben Franklin vs. Sam Adams. Can you all tell I'm a history dork?
The thing is that I think Boston and Philly are way more alike than residents of either city would like to admit, at least for the next two weeks. "Two tough-assed, hypercritical, bloodthirsty blue-collar towns."
Exactly. Or, per Manny "essacly."
There's a mismatch with St. Louis or New Orleans or Carolina or Atlanta or somewhere more, um, genteel, I guess is the right word. Or maybe southern. Those people don't get into fistfights over the superiority of their teams without the influence of a lot of alcohol. It don't take us that much. And, you know, we've both got that suffering thing down pat, no pun intended. Because, god, that would be a HORRIBLE pun.
My Dad has long said, "In Philly, they'll boo Santa Claus." Which, okay, but we evidently treated Roger Clemens "worse than Hitler" so I'm not really sure we have a leg to stand on in that debate. We don't exactly welcome opponents or defectors with open arms. This is part of the reason the World Series was somewhat anti-climactic. We couldn't really HATE the Cardinals. It's much more satisfying to beat up on someone you loathe. But right, this is not about baseball. Forgive me, I'm on hold with the Sox again and they've started playing classic game highlights which is much better than endless repetitions of "Mr. Blue Sky" but it's also making me really want to watch my World Series DVD again.
So my point, I guess is that Philly and Boston? Not so different after all.
Mer: As someone who has lived in both of these cities, I feel I have a pretty good grip on each town's sports fans. There is no doubt that Philly and Boston are nearly identical sports cities. First of all, sports are the center of the universe to people living in Boston and Philly. In both cases, the mood of most city dwellers depends on what the local team did the night before. In other cities, you'll find people who aren't sports fans that have no idea if the local basketball team won the pervious night. In Boston and Philly, everyone knows, sports fan or not.
As mentioned, both are blue-collar towns that apprecioate winning, but even more, they appreciate hardwork. In Boston, they call them "dirtdogs." In Philly, they refer to them as "Philly guys." You can be a flashy player born with immense talent, but if you don't show up everyday willing to give 110%, there's a great chance that the fans and local media will not accept you. Selfishness, greed, laziness...those things don't fly in either city. (well, maybe unless your name is Pedro Martinez.)
Both cities are also full of knowledgeable fans. These fans don't just understand the concept and rules of the game...they live, breathe, and sleep the history and future of their teams. Sure, they have their share of moronic idiots that make everyone else look bad, but who doesn't?
Both cities also have the reputation as being very negative about their sports teams, but living in Dallas has helped me to understand why this is. In Dallas, when the Rangers were under .500, no one talked about them. In Philly, when the Phillies underachieve, people got mad. They called the local sports radio station bitching and moaning about Larry Bowa. In Boston, when the Red Sox miss the playoffs...well, we know how people react. Fans in Boston and Philly are just much more passionate about their teams. With this passion comes an anger if the teams aren't doing so well. I'm of the opinion that anger over a disappointing team is better than apathy.
I also think both cities suffer from a case of Ugly Stepchilditis. Both cities are always compared to NY...neither is as big, as exciting, or as newsworthy. Both cities have a chip on their shoulder from such comparisons, and always seem to be fighting to prove their worth. Add in both cities' sports failures in the past (the Sox for Boston and every team for Philly) and you've got a huge reason why fans in both cities behave why they do.
I also just need to say that we didn't boo Santa Claus. Well, we did, but that is just another in a series of misunderstood events in Philly sports history. The guys dressed as Santa that day was drunk, stumbling all over himself, and half falling out of his costume. That's why he got booed. But no one ever mentions that, because Philly is the city people love to hate. Sports are the best story of all, and every story needs a villain. (I posted about this once.)