The Daily News’ Bill Price, who writes a blog called “The Bitter Bill” has made my day – I’m only upset I haven’t read this rant until today. In a post, “Giants our only hope against Philly fans” I have found that extra edge I’ll need to get me up for this Sunday’s playoff game with the Giants.
I took in the Eagles-Vikings game at a Central Jersey bar with my brother the Vikings fan (you think I’m bitter) yesterday, and over the course of the game two things became clear: Brad Childress would be a perfect fit to coach the Jets, and these Philly fans are getting a little too full of themselves.
In case you missed it – most of America did – the Phillies won the World Series back in October. Yesterday, the Eagles bounced the Vikings to set up a meeting with the Giants on Sunday. Before the game was even over, the Eagle fans were yapping about how they are going to knock off the defending Super Bowl champs and how Eli was going to get punished. And this is before the game even ended.
Imagine the talk coming out of Philly if the Eagles actually knock off the Giants. It would be unbearable. So please, Giants, get a win Sunday, make things right again and silence the fans from Philly until October, when the Mets will likely give them plenty to talk about. One side note on the Eagles: Can Andy Reid at least shave before a big game?
Stop, Bill. You had me at, “Only Hope.”
I have prayed that the Phillies winning a championship has gotten under the skin of those smelly (because they puke on themselves) New York fans – and now I know it for sure and will be rooting for the Birds twice as hard on Sunday.
Maybe I can conjure up that rare “Out Of Body Experience” I reserve for certain Phillies/Mets games. Perhaps Price will write another post like this one.
I can only hope.
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New York fans – what a joke. I work in downtown Manhattan and have done nothing but run my mouth this whole week about how the Birds are gonna beat the hell out of the bitches in blue. This guy has no clue whats it like to be true fan of a team. The Giants lose, lets go Jets! The Mets lose, come on A-Rod! And vica-versa. There’s nothing like getting into it with a New York fan and them dropping the inevitable “Giants or Jets, doesnt matter – I’m a New York fan!”
Grow some balls little bitch! We have 4 teams we live & die with. They have 7 teams they live & ride with. They’ll never understand the Blood, Sweat, Beers & Tears motto of a Philly fan. I’ll tell Bill Price the same thing I’ve repeatedly told everyone in my office: Without Plax, QB Gomer Pile is a fraud. The more people Brandon Jacobs runs over just means he’s one more carry closer to fumbling the ball when he starts thinking he can juke & hurdle people. PAGING JUSTIN TUCK! PAGING JUSTIN TUCK! Mr. Tuck, Please report for the 2nd half of the season! PAGING JUSTIN TUCK! What a joke. I’m wearing my McNabb jersey to the office tomorrow and with any luck, I’ll hit a few people as I spit out my window down onto Broadway on anyone wearing giants blue. So Mr. Price, hold your newspaper above your head if you find yourself downtown tomorrow… cause you might get hit by a green loogie from a guy wearing a green jersey several floors above you. E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!