What kind of contorted world do we live in today when a little popcorn heaved in the direction of a pampered professional athlete by an animated, some would say rabid, Philly sports fan, creates such a stir in the press, by management and by the pampered player himself. Yes , last week after an apparent minor ankle injury by Washington Wizards guard, Russell Westbrook, during an NBA playoff event at the Wells Fargo Center in the City of Brotherly Love, a brief shower of popcorn (no butter) ceremoniously rained down upon the fallen primadonna as he exited the court through a tunnel leading to the locker room. What ensued is an embarassment to Pennsylvanians and to the sometimes overzealous sports fans of Philadelphia. First, an enraged Westbrook “went postal” and tried to fake-break-free from his five burly team and arena escorts (guess the ankle got healed quickly) to reach the understandably distraught Philly fan. After all, the Sixers were losing at the time. Like an episode from the old TV show, The Twilight Zone, arena guards sought out and detained the poor guy, and then banned him indefinitely from the venue. And the next day, the new politically correct team management issued the following statement, “We apologize to Russell Westbrook and the Washington Wizards for being subjected to this type of unacceptable and disrespectful behavior. There is no place for it in our sport or arena”. Good grief, the issuers of that statement must have regurgitated their breakfast after that disingenuous statement. After all, at least in my lifetime, no Philadelphia sports team or venue ever dissed the passionate behavior of its fans. Anyone with half a brain knows not to walk into a Flyers game wearing an opponent’s jersey. And if you stand and cheer an opponent’s touchdown wearing your Buccaneer/Jets/Dolphins cap, expect a pint of beer or a stray hot dog to rain down upon your party. And heaven help the poor Cowboys fan who dares to step out of a vehicle in the Lincoln Financial Field parking lot. These are the heroic fans who squirted the family of an NFL GM with mustard while being egged on by the entire fan section in 2003. There’s a proud tradition here!
Oh, why must everything change. Why can’t we just let the traditional venters vent ? And when did the muckety-mucks who run Philly sports franchises turn into such wormy, sniveling weasels. Remember Philly fans, you have an image to uphold. After all, your city features a statue of a fictional boxer (Rocky) at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Suck it up Philly fans ! WHAT THE HECK !