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Patriots-Eagles: yay!

Jerry Holbert Eagles Cartoon

It’s nearly 8 o’clock and tonight the Eagles come to our house. My sister is going to be freezing her butt off tonight at the game. Look for her on TV.

The Patriots don’t play the Eagles often but when they do, it sometimes stirs some family trouble. You see, I have some family in Philly and they are huge Eagles fans.

My late great uncle in Philadelphia owned a catering business that served many of the luxury boxes at the old Vet. One year when the Patriots went to Philadelphia, my dad went to the game.

“The fans were brutal to us,” my dad said regarding the treatment he received while sitting in the stands. They were pretty mean, that is, until my uncle had a bunch of food sent down to the stands for my dad, tuxedoed servers and all. “You should have seen everyone’s faces when they saw the waiters. They didn’t know what to think. They didn’t know if we were famous or something.” Of course, the Philly fans made peace with my dad and uncle when they shared all of the catered food with everyone in their vicinity.

And more recently, after the Patriots defeated the Eagles in Super Bowl 39, my grandmother called my Philadelphia aunt who said, “What, are you calling to rub it in?” My grandmother, not even knowing about the Super Bowl replied, “Huh?”

So tonight we’ll be seeing the Eagles again, sans McNabb, for the first time since that Super Bowl. Go Patriots – the AFC East Divisional Champs!

Survival of the unfittest

I survived Black Friday – at the mall! I swore up and down that I wouldn’t go near the mall today but when my little sister needed to get a gift for her friend’s birthday, my annual boycott of the day after Thanksgiving was broken and we braved the crowds. And you know what? It wasn’t so bad.

My dad tells me that it’s only horrible in the morning when the stores have those ridiculous sales. A few years back, my dad rescued a little old guy from being trampled to death in front of Wal-Mart at 5 a.m. My dad was trying to get a $300 laptop for my little sister but when he saw the hoards of shoppers shove the old guy, he sprang into action, helped the man up, and as a result, didn’t get the $300 laptop.

“It’s not worth it,” my he said of his attempt to acquire a bargain. “Those people are monsters.”

Christmas brings out the best in everyone, eh?


The only good thing about Thanksgiving is… get ready for it… football. And THANKS to NFL Network, we get three games again this year! I am most looking forward to Green Bay-Detroit because that game actually means something. Dallas is going to smoke the Jets and Indy and Atlanta are hobbling into tonights game (ignore the lack of apostrophe – for some reason my apostrophe key isnt working).

So in addition to having three football games, I am also thankful for my family, friends, and… get ready for it… the New England Patriots at 10-0. 🙂

This bird won’t be getting any Thanksgiving pardon.
No mercy

I wonder if they pound their chests, too

My site has been experiencing a bit of downtime lately, which I’ll let slide thanks to the normally exceptional service I have gotten from my host. It just ticked me off today because I’ve had so much on my mind that I’ve wanted to write about – like the fact that Jets fans’ assholeism has been officially chronicled in the nation’s largest newspaper. During each halftime, male Jets fans line a pedestrian ramp at Giants Stadium and yell at women walking by to expose their boobs. Classy.

I’m not going to sit here on my high horse and proclaim that such behavior NEVER EVER occurs anywhere else, especially at my beloved team’s home in Foxboro because I know that’s crap. My dad has told me stories about the old days at Schaeffer Stadium when my mom would accompany him to games. Not even remotely as organized but sickening nonetheless.

I know how horrible it feels to be walking by such a primordial behavior. I witnessed a similar incident, although on a MUCH smaller scale one year in Salem on Halloween. Some ugly oaf with a camera and a few of his buddies were goading female revelers to flash them. The longer they stood there, the more their “cause” picked up steam with fellow pigheads and soon there was a group of 20 or so harassing any girl that walked by. Not one girl gave in to their requests, thankfully.

The only thing more appalling than the fans’ behavior is that guards allow it due to “free speech laws,” (I didn’t realize sexual harassment was free speech) but if women oblige to the requests, they can face indecency laws. And don’t even tell me that a group this large couldn’t easily turn into something far more serious. Human beings work in mysterious ways when that mob mentality takes over.

What can the NFL do? They don’t exactly have a stellar record in terms of preventing sexual harassment. Hell, it’s still a boy’s club and a bunch of pigheaded morons like these let girl fans like me know about it all the time. For the record, I am far from easily-offended. In fact, it takes a lot to offend me. But something like this is unacceptable. I find it an affront to everything I have enjoyed for a long time. It’s as if the male fans are trying to take back what they deem is theirs.

But really, the most unusual aspect of the whole thing is that it is confined to Jets games and the same behavior doesn’t happen during Giants games.

All I can say is I am thankful that the Kraft family has, for the most part, cleaned up Gillette Stadium so that I can attend a game and not have to worry about something like this.

Baby, it’s cold inside

My office is without heat – again. Yesterday, it was a frigid wasteland of old newspapers and dusty boxes of photos and not even my high blood pressure could warm me. I always say I’d rather be cold than hot, which is true, but not when I’m sitting nearly motionless at a desk for 12 hours.

One of my bosses has a saying, “It’s your job,” whenever I complain about anything at work. He didn’t take kindly to me using the expression yesterday in regards to keeping the office at a comfortable temperature.

Today, I’m going into work prepared. I’ve got on a tank top, long-sleeved shirt, sweatshirt, winter coat, two pairs of socks and if all else fails, I’m bringing in a blanket. I’m as prepared as a Packers fan headed to a December match-up at Lambeau Field. I was almost going to ask my dad to borrow his old US Airways ramp suit – completely weatherproof and can keep one warm in temperatures as low as 50 below zero, but that might be overkill.

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