Now that the hyped, stretched and bodacious east coast snow blow has ended, back to sobriety. Americans do make a big scrotum out of everything. OK, OK take judicial notice of the DEEP, DRIFTING and the HAZRADOUS HIGHWAYS (byways, too), the slips, falls, heart attacks and mangled snow blower hands.
(Photo of Brooklyn, posted on Twitter by H Blodgett)
There is one blizzard related event, though, that must not, will not be forgotten. Philadelphia has solidified itself as a city of WEENIES.
By allowing the cancellation of the Sunday night NFL PHL Eagles-MN Vikings game, the bro-lovs, the soft doughy pretzel and artificial cheese steak munchers are the laughing stock of the entire USA. If the game had not been prime time, 8 PM Sunday, and if Mike Vick wasn't the best player in the league, the Billy Penners might have not been as widely reviled. But alas!
Now, now. Be aware, Philly fans were already at Lincoln Financial Field and were sent home, unhappy and tuned. Be aware, the players on both sides wanted to go. And be aware that the decision to pole axe the game to a stoooopid Tuesday night slot was made higher up the administrative food chain. Lastly, if it were really up to the Eagles fans, the field would have been cleared and the game would have been settled. Don't EVER sell fans anywhere short, but the Iggles rank and file are, indeed, a special breed. Nonetheless, THEY, the fans, will forever be jibed as being milquetoast for THEIR game cancellation.
Sometimes life isn't fair, but...
GO EAGLES
E cosi va.
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