Philly fans have certainly had our fair share of “incidents”.
The national media loves, and will find any way, to bring up throwing snowballs at Santa Claus.
There were the batteries that were thrown at JD Drew when he made his return to Veterans Stadium.
You had a fan jump into the penalty box at a Flyers game to fight Tie Domi.
Eagles fans cheering after the injury that ended Michael Irvin’s career.
The issue with Philly fans is that we’re too passionate.
We get carried away sometimes, and just like Natasha Bedingfield said, we release our inhibitions.
We allow our emotions, and alcohol consumption, to get the best of us sometimes.
But that’s what we witnessed yesterday in the disgusting shithole of Cleveland.
you’re free to have your thoughts on Deshaun Watson as a person.
But cheering for one of your own guys getting seriously injured out there?
Well that’s just pathetic.
This is a city that got bullied into changing the name of their baseball team.
Some didn’t even just turn a blind eye to it, but they fully leaned into it.
So there’s no “moral high ground” for Cleveland to stand on for cheering the injury.
They’re not cheering because a man who took advantage of 20 women sexually ended up getting hurt.
They’re cheering because a guy they think wasn’t throwing a ball well enough ruptured his achilles.
Scum of the Earth.
Makes Philly fans look like the kind-hearted gentle folk from Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
Sidenote: Jameis Winston is easily the greatest teammate you could ever ask for.
