There’s something about Philly
30 10 2009A Yankee fan on CBS Newsradio 88 Friday morning after his team eked out, by the skin of their teeth, a lucky win over the Phillies: “We’ve got the momentum now.” It is kind to call this the self-delusion of sports fans who irrationally think their home team is above reproach. It is realistic to call this plain dumb. It is the same bumptious behavior that prompts fans to boo the stars on opposing teams: “You’re so damn good, I’m going to boo you and say you suck, because I wish you did suck.”
After watching WS G1, nobody in their right mind would aver after a single win in the next game that the Yanks had momentum — or even Mo-mentum. Their cause was helped no small amount by a very close missed call at first base on Chase Utley that turned a first-and-third-with-two-out-and-Ryan-Howard-at-the-plate nail biter of an 8th inning into a double play inning ender. Funny how those irrational shouts of “Kill the Ump!” by the beneficiary team of a bad call can turn on a dime into “Hail the Ump!”
Mariano Rivera got his six outs to close the contest, but he also did not look regular-season-invincible. This Phillies club is scary if you’re a Yankee fan — or at least a realistic, objective Yankee fan. There’s something about the Phillies that seems tougher and more resilient and more explosive than the Bronx Bombers, who really bombed in Game 1 against Cliff Lee. The A-bombless A-Rod, uh, bombed in both games.
Even the Phillies fans are gnarlier and snarlier and smugger than Yankees fans. That’s the DNA of every Philly sports fan, from those who worshipped the Broad Street Bullies to the 76ers’ brigade to the erstwhile Eagles nest of vipers. Everyone knows about how those Eagles toughs in the stands pelted St. Nick with snowballs.
But that’s far from an isolated incident illustrating the low self-esteem of this city’s fan base. During the ugly players strike of 1982, I was living in Philadelphia and remember rabid fans outside the stadium, who were opposed to the scab players, actually taunting little kids leaving the game. Then, when my late son Harrison and I attended the 2002 NBA All-Star Game in The Spectrum, the nasties showered boos on Laker Kobe Bryant, apparently the price he paid for having the bad sense to hail from Philadelphia. “You’re one of our own? Then we hate you that much more, you West Coast pansy!”
Between the ‘82 players strike and that scene 20 years later, it convinced me the appellation “City of Brotherly Love” was meant in pure irony. With incidents like those, when it comes to its sports fans, the town I lived in for three years is more worthy of being known as “City of Pugnacious Punks.”
Jimmy Rollins fits the mold with his bragadocious comment that his team will be nice and let the Yankees win one game. Thing is, he may be right. This lifelong Yankees fan who stopped wearing rose-colored glasses when Mo threw that fateful pitch to Luis Gonzalez of the D-backs in 2001, thinks it’ll be the Phillies in 6.
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