As you know, I’m from Philly. That’s right, Philly. Did I just hear a snicker? I didn’t think so. Anyway, I’m from Philly and Philly fans are NOT happy. Not at all. Not in the least. At least not now.
Right off the bat, I checked the standings this morning and the Phils are in LAST place. Last place! Dead Last. In the entire League! They are 21-35; that’s 14 games under .500. That means we would have to go on a 14 game hot streak just to get back even. Good Lord. And we won the World Series just a few, well alright, 8 short (or long?) years ago. What is going ON?
Then there’s the Eagles (pronounced Iggles). Coach Chip Kelly has bet the farm and mortgaged the barn with the hopes of winning NOW. Ok Chip. You are now on the clock. If the Birds don’t win, or at least look respectable doing it, all of Philly will be Angry-ERR.
And then there’s the Sixers. Yeah we got a high draft pick (No. 3, right?) but the ballers of Broad Street are a long way from being like Dr. J, “Wilt the Stilt”, and even our beloved Allen Iverson.
And last up, we have to throw in the Flyers, the Broad Street Bullies, the wearers of the Black and Orange, who have gone to the playoffs lately (but not this year), and can’t seem to get all the way back on top. It’s been over 40 years since the Flyers won the Stanley Cup Trophy. Yeash!
It’s been a long time since Lord Stanley’s Cup took a ride down Broad Street at the end of a season, and the Vince Lombardi Trophy can’t even spell South Philly, and the Larry O’Brien Trophy hasn’t taken a trip to the City of Brotherly Love in over 30 years. So sad. Our grief has turned to disbelief, as our anger and angst and fury and frustration continue. But it can’t last forever.
Philly Fans are die-hards. A die-hard is a person who will do anything for a cause or goal. And a die-hard fan is a fan who will root, root, root for the home team, no matter what.
So while we’ve been weeping and wailing and fussing and fuming over our stinky status in the standings, we know that weeping won’t last forever. Weeping may endure for a night, or a long night of losses and defeats and falling short, but joy does come in the morning. And all of Philly is hoping that morning is this year. At least for the Iggles.