Discouraged, yet loyal Philadelphia area Sports fans

1. Misery Loves Company - As the old expression says, misery does love company, and as certified by Philly sports franchisees ceaseless failure, Philadelphia fans have got a whole slew of misery-and a whole lot of company.  This is your city of brotherly love and you can easily locate another hapless fan to grieve with.  Our Sports Radio Station, W.I.P., is inherently twenty-four hrs. of ragged sports fanatics snivelling about the Philadelphia Phillies or the Flyers.  The show hosts, whether they be Howard Eskin, Glen Macnow or Angelo and the morning crew, waste their breath giving the incidental half-baked sports fan a killer dosage of reality.
    
2. Booing - Philly fans adore booing whether he be Charlie Manuel, Terrell Owens or Kriss Kringle.  We adore it!
    
3. Beer & Food - whether you are tailgating prior to a Philadelphia Eagles game or sitting in the Wachovia spectrum, or in front of Citizens Bank Park, Philly people enjoy to drink beer and eat hoagies.  This may be one reason why we are always amongst the plumpest Americans every year.
    
4. Dallas Cowboy Fans - Sure the Eagles have not won the Super Bowl… EVER.  But lately we have been routinely thrashing the Dallas Cowboys.  For some unknown reason, there is still a little but brassy cluster of imbeciles who proudly call WIP Sports Radio and laud - “this is the year that Dallas will beat the Eagles”. Of course, we never have to hear them again till the next year when our Eagles roll over the Cowboys.
    
5. Wing Bowl - this insanity is thrown on the Friday leading up to the Super Bowl in the Wachovia Center and catches more spectators than a Philadelphia Flyers game.  We cannot determine why 20,000 people desire to view a couple of fat people swallow loads of hot wings but they seem to love it.  The plethora of half-naked women and beer in all likelihood assist some with drawing a crowd however, ah?
    
6. Hope of a Broad Street Parade - Sure all Philly fans remembers way back in the 1970s when our Flyers won the Stanley Cup and 1 million fans surfaced for the Broad Street Parade, right?  Since 2.7 million Philly fans were not even on earth yet-it is conceivable that he or she have heard the accounts for so many years, it is like they remember.
    
7. Cheese Steaks - Every top-10 list linked to Philly has to name Cheese Steaks.  A “youz gettin a steak wit” is almost as City of Brotherly Love as never having a title.  Take a look at Philadelphia Eagles coach Andy Reid and you can find a lover of cheese steaks
    
8. The Philly Phanatic - That green goofball is bar-none the most popular philly fan ever.  Hairy, harebrained, and devoid of drawers, he kinda exemplifies a huge cross-section of the Philadelphia man.
    
9. Allen Iverson - delight in him or hate him, every Philadelphia fan prizes him on the court.  He plays through sprains, bends, slashes, wounds and broken bones, and can energize the fans.  However, he is possibly a little more demented away from the game seeming like the ambassador of da hood.  He is the reverse of Donovan McNabb, who is completely loved by Football lovers, He has made a calling from neglecting drills, sulking if he does not play nearly every moment of every b-ball game, getting in trouble with the cops, or simply showing up a City Ave. tGIFs with his Posse.  He represents the person Philadelphia athlete that Philadelphia fans love to hate and hate to love.
    
10. Overcoming The William Penn Curse - Till the late 1980s, no sky scraper in downtown Philly could ever be built taller than the William Penn sculpture on the highest point of city hall.  Since the "Gentlemans Agreement" was removed, no Philadelphia team has been able to win a national championship - it has now been more than 22 years.  People spoke of the Chicago Cubs curse or the Red Sox curse of the Bambino that was crushed in 2004 but Each of those metropolises had other franchisees winning Championships.  No curse likens to the anguish stomached by a Philadelphia fan.

Possibly that is the reason that even with Philadelphia fans selling season tickets, calling Howard Eskin at WIP, and swearing to God they may never patronize their team again that they are here each pre-season anything but unprepared to boo once again.