Eagles Fans
While the rest of the country likes to blame Philadelphia for every wrong a fan might do even when it happens in other cities, Philadelphians take a somewhat perverse pride in their reputation. Sometimes however people outside this exclusive club do get it right.
Jacksonville, beware those Eagles fans!
These fans are the closest that I have ever seen to English soccer fans and they will take over Jacksonville and its surrounding communities by next weekend. They will mortgage their homes, sell their furniture and lie to their employers in the hopes of seeing their beloved Eagles play for the ultimate championship in team sports.The Passion of Philly
Eagles fans have been known to serenade with a hearty "Fly, Eagles, Fly" (second-best NFL anthem behind "Hail to the Redskins"), but we all knew last Sunday was going to be special when Eagles fans gathered behind the Fox pregame show and chanted "DALLAS SUCKS!" as Jimmy Johnson spoke.Brotherly love, Eagles are a passion in Philadelphia
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"Strangers were hugging -- their only connection a green jersey with a number 5 or 20 on their chest. It was the most wonderful sight I have ever seen."
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"It was the 11 o'clock news, and images of hundreds of Eagles fans jamming the snow-covered parking lot at the Linc were shown. Who pops up on the screen? A 300-pound drunk guy wearing a severely undersized PINK Eagles hooded sweatshirt."
"This thing is ripped at the waist and sleeves, and he is screaming at the top of his lungs."
"Suddenly you see a man crying and the cameras catch him screaming, `You broke my heart again,' " said Diddinger.That is the great thing about sports, it unites a diversity of people. Also, the more people suffer together the closer they can become. If they win the parade will be the greatest event in the history of Philadelphia! Well, except for that Declaration of Independence and Constitutional Convention stuff.
"Now, fast-forward to this past summer, the first day of practice, and 25,000 fans showed up. Twenty-five thousand. I guarantee you, the guy who was on those steps outside the stadium yelling, `You broke my heart again,' he was one of the first in line to go to that practice."
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Philadelphians, of course, don't want to be patronized... don't lie to them or try and cheat them out of an honest game's effort. They'll know you're a phony, they'll love you if you're not.
Jim McMahon, the rebel quarterback who came here for the 1990-92 seasons, discovered all of this one day as he made his way through a tunnel from the stadium to the players' parking lot. It had been a particularly bad game for him and the fans waited to vent, a string of unprintable words sent his way. In his inimitable fashion, McMahon responded by flashing his middle finger.
"Next thing you know, the fans were screaming at him again. Only this time they were yelling, `McMahon, you're the man,' and they kept saying it. They loved the fact that he gave it right back to them. That's the kind of town Philadelphia is."
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There was a desire to build a new stadium and training complex and in Rendell they discovered they had a strong ally. "He supported us," said Banner, "and when people asked him why, he told them that the thing that always brought the people of Philadelphia together was the Eagles. You can go around the ethnic neighborhoods and you'll see a lot written in the native tongue -- except for the banners that proclaim, `Go Eagles.' "