Everyone in a tough sports town will appreciate this … via Atrios, Sarah Palin is gonna go see some hockey in Philly! Bless her heart!
Philadelphia, PA – October 8, 2008) Alaska Governor Sarah Palin, the nation’s most popular hockey mom, will join the winner of the Philadelphia Flyers regional search for the “Ultimate Hockey Mom” contest and drop the puck at the ceremonial opening face-off as the home team Flyers host the New York Rangers at the Wachovia Center on Saturday, October 11 at 7 p.m.
Folks, they booed Mike Schmidt in Philly. Mike Schmidt. The Greatest Third Baseman in the Universe.
Sarah Palin, are you better than Mike Schmidt?
Ohhhhh mercy. They might want to re-think that.
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WeThey booed the 3 year old son of Phillies catcher Darren Daulton at a family night because his dad wasn’t batting his weight.
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p>Sarah, are you cuter than a 3 year old?
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p>If it is Phils/Sox series, I’m relegated to the couch for the duration.
was by and large a pretty good player, too. That’s harsh.
his playing weight was 190 instead of a beefier 260.
He’s gone pretty much Fledermausscheiss insane, fully convinced the Mayan calendar’s 2012 end date means the end of the world (at exactly 11:11 GMT,) he’s personally travelled through time, and been possessed during baseball games.
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p>Rooting against Derek Lowe tonight. Go Phils!
Here’s Mike reacting to the boos. Harsh.
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Any bets?
enough said.
The stadium has it’s own jail. Sarah’s not playing in the World Series, Stanley Cup, Super Bowl, or the NBA Finals. She’ll be fine. Booing in Philly is a sign they’re paying attention.
I just read this story in the Philadelphia Inquirer over the weekend. I bet Mike Schmidt didn’t walk around Philly in a NY Rangers jersey with his name on the back.
… to Jacksonville for the Superbowl XXXIX. He said the Philly fans almost made them regret bringing his kid. He described the atmosphere in the town for that whole week was far from family friendly, largely because of the Philly fans. It got worse and worse as game time got closer and closer culminating when the Pats won.
I was at the Sweet 16 regional in Syracuse NY to see Wisconsin, NC State, UNC, and Villanova in 2005.
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p>During warm ups, a scrawny end-of-bencher missed a layup. The entire section — in unison — gave a 1 finger solute to the motion of the Tomahawk Chop, while chanting asssss holllle.
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p>For a missed layup. In warm ups. To a guy on their own team. Who doesn’t even get any playing time.
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p>It wasn’t any prettier when they disagreed with calls the refs made during the game, that’s for sure.
I got so many invitations to fight at a game a few years ago. And I was using a cane. I wish somebody had the cookies to walk with the talk. Nothing more embarassing than being beat up by a disabled guy.
Typical Patsy fan:
Team wins: “Ain’t WE great.”
Team loss: “Boy, THEY suck.”
I endured all the good natured(?) abuse leading up to the super bowl this year. Next day, nobody wanted to talk to me.
People, even Bruins fans, rarely pick fights for no reason at all. I’m willing to wager you exercised your trademark charm, either in what you were wearing or what you were shouting or both.
Of course I did. Is there a law against wearing your favorite team’s apparel? Or cheering for your team? Mind you, I cheered FOR my team. Not against the home team. I don’t pick fights, I end them.
Wonkette (as usual at wonkette, language warning)
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Yes, that Philadelphia Flyers, the team that tried last year to end the careers of several players with dirty, cheap hits; including ending the season for our own Bruins’ best player, Patrice Bergeron. The Flyers made the playoffs by running one of the dirtiest campaigns ever.
My friend’s sister was also a real sister—of the Roman Catholic. She was accompanied to the game by another religious sister—-they had been given tickets and unfornutaley—it was where the gallery gods layed claim to their domain. During the course of the game—the Bruins fans behind her became increasingly intoxicated and verbally —well you know what I mean. So–the two sisters sit tight mostly because the sister of my friend—comes from a very tough—and I mean tough—family from Boston. At some point in time the guy behind her pours and entire scooner of beer down her back and says something very impolite. The sisters leave. Sisters go home and she calls her brother—-my friend. My friend calls his other brother (huge Irish family) and tells him what happened. Now this guy—who I will refer to as Mr. X calls the garden and asks who holds the season tickets for seat PDQ, for the Bruins. The Garden responds that it is Mr. Y and he lives at XYZ address. (You can find these things out easily, if you know the “right” people) Mr X drives to the given address to seek out Mr. Y. To Mr. Y’s infinite good luck, there happened to be a BPD cruiser parked nearby that Mr. X did not take note of when looking for a parking spot. The cops said to each other, “Hey—–isn’t that Mr. X?” “Ya—-it is—what’s he doin down here—-let’s roust him and see what’s up.”
So the cops get out and roust Mr. X. When giving him a shake—-they find a heater, that Mr. X had intended to blow the roof off of Mr. Y with. Now Mr. X was a very bad guy—I mean a real, real, bad guy and had to go back to Walpole for three years as the result of his conviction for being a felon in possession of a firearm. Now Mr. X was reputed to be a close associate of a guy who’s brother was a big time politician in Massachusetts. This guy told folks he knew in BPD to advise Mr. Y to disappear—or he would DISAPPEAR. I’m told that Mr. Y disappeared of his own accord—very quickly and in the middle of the night. This guy lived in a very prominent neighborhood in town. He must have taken a bath on that distress sale.
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p>I guess the moral of the story is: be damned careful of someone who you pour beer on at a sporting event and do not profusely apologize to and make recompense. You never know who their brother is. True story.