Since when did Philly get so soft?

So, tonight it finally happens. The Eagles and the Vikings square off in Philadelphia, in a game that was supposed to be played on Sunday night but was postponed – 9 hours ahead of kickoff – because of a pending snow storm. Since when has football succumbed to the mamby pamby depths of baseball?


Okay you baseball lovers, before you start writing all sorts of hatred vitriol; just remember that your sport is pretty much the only one where a player pulls himself from a game because he got a blister on his finger.

Oh, what now? Cat got your tongue?

Pennsylvania Governor Ed Rendell gets just how ridiculous postponing a football game is because of the pending threat of 8 inches of snow and some winds. However, he gets it wrong in that it speaks to the wimpy nature of the United States. Rather, it’s the candy-ass wussification of Philadelphia that should be under indictment. The City of Brotherly Love used to be known as one tough city. Hell, it’s the city of Rocky Balboa, for crying out loud. The city that once famously booed Santa Claus and cheered when Michael Irvin laid injured on the field with a neck injury. Fans were once so notoriously rowdy in the old stadium, an adjunct municipal court was put in. 

That's a tough crowd.  Or, apparently, was a tough crowd. 

Hey, around the rest of the United States, we held up our end. We were ready for game time. Philly, you let us down

Postponing the game was criminal. First of all, I-95, right next to the stadium, was never even closed on Sunday. If the freeway stays open, how freakin’ dangerous can getting to the game be (other than the ordinary danger of navigating Philadelphia on any given day)?

So, me and the boys in the bar have what exactly to entertain ourselves with on Sunday night absent the game? Ourselves? The same old boring conversations we have every other night of the week, save the blessedness that is Monday Night Football? Yeah, I don’t think so.

Exhibit two in the criminal nature of the postponement: Fantasy Football. Week 16 in the NFL is also known as semi-final week in the world of Fantasy Football, where my team – the first place Bay Area Bad A$$ - is taking on a challenger who has the Philadelphia Eagle’s Michael Vick playing quarterback. Now, if the game is played on Sunday, in a mini-blizzard, it looks pretty good for yours truly. Tonight, when it’s just cold – let’s just say I’m praying for a sprained ankle to come early in the first quarter.

Somebody, somewhere owes me. Somebody needs to pay.

Freakin’ Philadelphia. I wonder if they all got dresses for Christmas?  Its only saving grace is Scrapple and Pat's steaks.