I hate Eagles fans. I got some stories I'll share later... there's a game on
Okay, I think we've all heard the story of how some Eagles fan hoodlums broke Chief Zee's leg. I believe this was at The Vet. Might have been a Monday Night game.
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I'll tell my two cents worth. As I recall, I've been to four Eagles games at the Linc - all four were regular season games.
The first Eagles game I attended was organized by Redskins Roadtrips - I'm pretty sure it was 2004. Dave Halter ran the site and posted an invite on ES and a bunch of us talked in the thread and agreed to drive up in a caravan! A convoy of Redskins Fans to Philly! So early on game day we met somewhere, I think it was the first rest area spot on I-95 north of Baltimore, everybody was there and on time. There were 3-4 car loads of us. Everybody was happy and upbeat. Then we drove to Philly, Redskins car flags waving!
We got to the lot, and soon as we entered we hear ASS-HOLE, ASS-HOLE, ASS-HOLE over and over coming from all directions. The words were timed perfectly - in perfect unison. It was really weird, I had never experienced anything quite like that before. Now I know how Custer felt.
But we found the RR tailgate within the large lot. It was pretty big, I was surprised! And a lot of these guys knew each other, so obviously they were mostly RR and had done this quite a few times. I didn't really know anybody, but that's okay, we're all Redskins fans.
I don't remember major problems with the Eagles fans at that tailgate - just general verbal harassment but no threat of violence or anything like that. But there was potential. There was always this general feeling of intimidation.
I noticed some of the Redskins guys didn't have any Redskins gear. Why? Because they were wearing it under their jacket. They'd unzip their jacket and say "See, I'm a Redskins fan,", then zip it back up. They didn't want to advertise being a fan in the heart of Eagles territory.
Anyway, we had a good time. I seem to vaguely remember brats. I'm pretty sure this was the game where I met Tarhog and Blade. Boone has a photo of us.
So, silly me bought seats in the upper deck. They were good seats though - fifty yard line. I'd say something like row 7. Pretty close to the aisle. I'm with my 15-year old daughter.
So we're watching the game and I'm pretty animated. I have my jersey on, I have my ball cap on. I am not going to sit there quietly. Fuck them. Fuck that. I'm gonna cheer my team. So I'm having a pretty good time and the Redskins were doing okay, staying in the game, and the Eagles fans behind me were not happy about it. I'm standing up and shouting FIRST DOWN- and pointing my arm in the direction and cheering my team, and they're yelling obscenities. To me, it was all good fun though. So far.
And my daughter DLSF keeps saying, "Dad, do NOT get into a fight. Do NOT get into a fight."
No worries. I'm not going to get into a fight.
Then at some point, my ball cap gets taken off my head - by somebody. I couldn't tell who. I turn around and they're passing it row by row straight up to the far upper part of the section. WTF.
So I'm out of my seat and running up the steps chasing my hat and everybody's laughing. And I'm fully aware that there are literally hundreds of them and just one of me. And they are not a friendly bunch.
Then at some point, they start passing it horizontal, away from my aisle. Now I have a REAL problem. Now what am I gonna do?
But as luck would have it, they handed it to a couple Redskins fans who happened to be sitting in that row incognito! He kept the hat and walked over and handed it to me! Woo Hoo! Thanks bro!
It would have really sucked if I lost that hat, not because I cared about the hat, but because of the buttons that were on the hat. The buttons were irreplaceable, they were collector's items in my mind. So I was really happy to get my hat back.
Here's a photo, not of the hat, but of the buttons I had on the hat that day.
So I took the buttons off the hat and put them in a bag, then put the hat back on my head. The hat I didn't really care about.
So the game proceeds. And we're still in it, even though the Eagles were a significantly better team. But I know everybody behind me hates me.
So I've calmed down a bit, and I'm watching the game. Suddenly my ball cap gets ripped off my head a second time. And the guy who took it is running down the steps with it.
He gets to the bottom of the section, and whisks my hat off the edge of the upper deck. It goes sailing out like a frisbee. And then the entire two sections behind me burst into a cheer.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
It was loud. I'm telling you, it was REALLY LOUD. If Patrick Ramsey had thrown a pick-6, their cheer would not have been any louder.
The guy who tossed my hat then disappeared into the tunnel towards the concourse. <sigh>
After a while, he returned, went up the aisle, gave me a smirk, went up a few more rows, then sat down in the section on the other side of the aisle.
After a few more minutes, a grey-haired security guy, a serious security guy, not just some minimum wage guy, walked up and wanted to know who took my hat. The guy who took it was right there across the aisle. I could see him. But I said, "aah, don't worry about it." But he said, "I am worried about it and I need to know who he was." Obviously they wanted to kick him out. And again I said "That's okay. Really. It's ok." And he thought a minute. Then he said, "Yeah, I think you're right. I think it's best if you don't tell me." Sort of with a half-smile.
So then he offered us seats down in row 1 which happened to be empty, and as I recall, they were kind of behind some kind of wall or something, so I said yeah great! So that's where we watched the rest of the game.
We lost badly in the second half. We were basically humiliated.
So after the game, we got back to the tailgate. Horrible walk back to the truck. Extremely depressing. And every step you're getting jeered and laughed at.
There was some minor vandalism done to some of our vehicles. One or two of the cars had the tire valve cores removed. So the tires were flat. My truck was fine.
So what are we supposed to do? Bring a bunch of extra tire valve cores with us next time?
Long sad drive home.
That's all for now. More later.