Saturday, January 29, 2005

I'm actually proud of this, in a way......

Here's a story with some facts behind the reputation of Philly fans (of which I'm one, though I've never pelted Santa with a snowball.)

Yahoo! Sports - NFL - Philly fans' rogue image got boost when Santa booed in 1968:

I've got 2 stories to add to the legend of the Philly fans:

When I was 9 or 10 years old, like any good Cincinnati Reds fan, and in particular a Johnny Bench supporter, I wore a Reds jersey to a meaningless midsummer game in Philly between the Reds and Phils. Halfway into the game, I noticed a few peanut shells down the back of my chair, but thought nothing of it.

In actuality, fans were throwing the peanut shells at my jersey. Before the end of the game, I also had a small amount of beer "spilled" on me, a ten year old. (So, if a 10year old gets hit with peanut shells, I don't have a hard time believing Santa got hit with snowballs.)


I went to a baseball game in Philly a few weeks after Philly legend Mike Schmidt retired during the season. While most agree that Schmidt was the greatest third baseman to ever play the game, he had a love-hate relationship with the city.

While walking around the stadium, I noticed a fan dressed head to toe in a Phillies uniform with a mustache and wig of red hair, like Schmidt's. On the back was Schmidt's number, but "K. Witter" in place of Schmidt's name.

I started to walk away thinking that someone named "Kevin Witter," or "Karl Witter," was offering a tribute to Schmidt, and then it dawned on me......K. Witter reallly was meant as "Quitter!"

Only in Philly......

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With my new friends on the Great Wall of China

With my new friends on the Great Wall of China
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"I do not choose to be a common man. It is my right to be uncommon -- if I can. I seek opportunity -- not security. I do not wish to be a kept citizen, humbled and dulled by having the state look after me. I wish to take the calculated risk; to dream and to build, to fail and to succeed. I refuse to barter incentive for a dole, I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence; the thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of utopia. I will not trade freedom for beneficence, nor my dignity for a handout. I will never cower before any master, nor bend to any threat. It is my heritage to stand erect, proud, and unafraid, to think and act for myself, to enjoy the benefit of my creations, and to face the world boldly and say, "this I have done." All this is what it means to be an American." -- Anonymous