About a month and a half ago the news was all abuzz with reports of a group of Philadelphia Flyers fans booing an in-game video regarding the NHL’s “Hockey Fights Cancer” campaign. But what most reports neglected to reflect was the fact that the fans were booing the images of Flyers rivals Sidney Crosby, Tim Thomas, and Jonathan Toews of the Penguins, Bruins, and Blackhawks respectively, NOT the cause. Regardless, the main focus of all the reports was the fact that the fans booed a cancer ad, and that the event further cemented the reputation that the fan-base here in Philly has for being less-than-perfect.
Originally I was not going to address what happened because I thought it would just be best to let it die in it’s own way. However, after a couple of recent events, and the lack of media coverage they have generated, have brought it back to the forefront. Let me first say that I am a Flyers and Phillies fan, not an Eagles or Sixers fan. However, for the purpose of this rant, I’m lumped in with everyone else. So back to my point…
I don’t know about the rest of Philadelphia, but I’m tired of being reminded about the incidents that have put a black eye on the dedicated (and mostly tame) fan-base here. To quote Greg W. of the Puck Daddy blog, “There’s no need to recall the litany of criticisms aimed at the Philadelphia sports fan; cheering injured players and snowballs at Santa have long passed the point of cliche.” So last week when I was watching the Flyers vs. Jets game, I was a little upset that a few Winnipeg fans cheered when Claude Giroux slammed awkwardly into the boards after losing his footing. Now, Giroux was slow getting up but wasn’t terribly injured, but that doesn’t change the fact that the Jets fans cheered a potentially injured player. The commentators of Comcast SportsNet commented on it, as they clearly heard it, but it was left at that.
Then two days ago, I stumbled upon a video of fans in Montreal involved in a brawl in the stands for what some are speculating is an argument between a Bruins fan and a number of Habs fans. Here is a link to an article by Ryan Durling on BostInnovation, which seems to be the only bit of media coverage this astonishing event is going to receive. Now, in the article Ryan comments on the fact that had this taken place in Boston, the Montreal fans and media would have called for the heads of everyone in attendance. Which, he’s probably right. But now, I’m going to take a stand and say that had this happened in Philly….woah buddy, we would have been slaughtered. Slaughtered by the city of the opposing team, slaughtered by the media, slaughtered by anyone who has a website or blog.
Two days after I first saw this video, and nothing. Two days after Flyers fans booed Crosby et al, every media outlet was reporting on how Philly fans are “classless”. I hate to sound like I’m whining, but where’s the truth in reporting? Why are Philly fans the first on the list to receive negative coverage for booing a rival-ridden ad, but an event like this gets nothing? Call me crazy but I think a group of grown men clearly stomping the dickens out of someone else deserves a little attention. And more importantly, for them to be penned as “classless”. Where’s the line that Philly fans almost always cross that gives us that depiction and other fans do not?
But most of the time, they fail. I’m talking about those unimaginative people in Hollywood that think by reviving a story that was a great original thought, they automatically have a winner. Now, there have been some “remakes” that some would generally say were done well…My Fair Lady, Ocean’s Eleven, Father of the Bride, and Batman for example, however the subsequent sequels fell short. Do you know what happens when you make a copy of a copy? You end up with a blurry and crappy version of the original.
I saw today that there is a chick somewhere in the world that thinks she can revive the Buffy saga because she loved the series when she was a kid. So did I, but I’m not going to attempt to redo something that was amazing the first time around. In my opinion, nothing will compare to the brainchild of Joss Whedon, and a cast will never compare to that of the original Buffy TV cast. I’ll admit, I can’t even watch the original Buffy movie without cringing…and I love Luke Perry.
I’ve been saying for years that there is a drought of original ideas in Hollywood, and I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks that way. Even Mr. Whedon agrees with me. I, for one, will not be seeing this new Buffy movie and will add it to the ever-growing lists of remakes I boycott.
My list of remakes that should never have been done (the short list): 12 Angry Men, Carrie, Clash of the Titans, Fame, The Firm, Jesus Christ Superstar, Karate Kid, King Kong, Mame, The Music Man, Parent Trap, Psycho, Rear Window, The Shining, South Pacific, Spartacus, and Yours Mine and Ours.
And I think what makes this whole Buffy situation worse is that they plan on making this “new” movie without the assistance of the original creator. Seriously? I don’t get it.
P.S. – And it’s not just films…television is guilty as well. I don’t know what’s wrong with my generation, but someone in Hollywood needs to give everyone a swift kick in the ass.
I wasn’t around for the glory days of the Spectrum when the Flyers claimed 2 Stanley Cups or beat the Russians. The only thing I remember going to the Spectrum for when I was younger was the circus. I’ve only been a hockey fan for the last 11 years, and the Flyers had already moved out of the Spectrum. I don’t have nearly as close ties to the Spectrum as the rest of the area does, but I still feel that it was important to me. It was important to me because it was a part of history for so many years to the one team that I’m obsessed with. So when I saw that they would be allowing fans to go in and take a piece of it home, there was not a doubt in my mind that I would be there.
Saturday morning came all too early for me when my alarm went off at 4am. I was determined to be close to the front of the line to enter the building. I can’t remember the last time I left the house before the sun came up, but that’s exactly what needed to happen. I arrived at the Spectrum at 6am to a handful of cars and a short line at the loading dock (which we weren’t even sure if we should be at since there were no directions for what was going to happen). I was the only female in that line at the time, and I had no worries about it. Me, my coffee, and my bag to collect what I could stood there for three hours casually making conversation with the people that were around me. As the time passed by the line grew, and there was one common theme among us. We were Flyers fans. Not Sixers, not Wings, not Phantoms, not Kixx. Just Flyers. To say that I was surprised would be misleading.
Even though all of those teams played in that building, the only ones showing up Saturday morning were doning Flyers gear. I saw one gentleman…just one…wearing a Sixers sweatshirt. The reason? That building was built for the Flyers. Mr. Ed Snider had a vision, and that vision was met by building an arena that was not only home to our Flyers, but would also be used for basketball games, concerts, and any other kind of event you could think of. I wish I could have been alive to see the Broad Street Bullies in action and win 2 Stanley Cups, and this past June I really though I was about to see it happen, but unfortunately I can only rely on the stories my mother tells me and the things I read in books or see in video clips. I also wish that I liked hockey prior to 1996 so that I could see the Flyers play at the Spectrum, but the only home ice I’ve known is what is now the Wells Fargo Center.
Waiting in that line, that eventually wrapped around the parking lot a few times by the time the doors opened, we speculated as to what items could be waiting on the floor for us to pick through. I wasn’t really too concerned since I’m only capable of carrying a small amount. I was by myself and we weren’t allowed to take any carts or anything to bring the stuff out. All I really wanted were seats. I knew there wasn’t any way of getting the actual seats that are bolted to the floor, but I knew that there were going to have the folding chairs. I would have liked to have a sign or something that hung in the arena, but beggers can’t be choosers.
At 9:10am I walked down the loading dock ramp, payed my $25 and received a collectible that they were handing out to everyone who attended, and walked into the bowels of the Spectrum and onto the floor. Only 50 people were allowed in at a time so there wasn’t too much chaos.
The majority of items that were up for grabs were from the offices…sofas, TVs, chairs, filing cabinets, desks, etc. My first stop was at a bucket on the floor that I spotted. In it were an assortment of names of ex-players for the Flyers and Phantoms from their jerseys. I grabbed a handful not sure who I was getting, not that it mattered really. As I was looking around, people had already gathered up what big items there were. To my dismay, there were sections of the boards for the ice hockey rink that were still unattended. Had I been accompanied by someone with super strength, you better believe that would have been coming home with me. I made my way over to the massive collection of folding chairs, grabbed two, and started for the door.
Walking back up the loading dock ramp I was met with cheers from those that were still waiting for their chance to get into the building. They were cheering because I was only walking out with two chairs instead of the maximum 4 that we were permitted to take. On the way to my car, people stopped me to ask what was left, even though by the time they got down there it wouldn’t matter because most of those items would be gone. Coming home with only two chairs and a handful of names from jerseys is all I wanted for my claim to history. I hope that everyone else that was in line got something that they can be proud of.
I don’t know what to expect next Monday when I return to South Philly for the Flyers game. Demolition starts tomorrow morning, and who knows how far they’ll get in a week. I’m sad to see it go, but I’m excited for what will replace it. So on the eve of the demolition, I say, so long Spectrum. We’ll miss you.
It’s now October and I’m anxiously waiting for the start to a new NHL season and the Phillies post-season, but I’m also relieved that I survived another summer at the Park.
Every year the summer seems to fly by, but its exhausting to say the least. Working at the Park seems to bring my life to a grinding halt because of the hours we put in on a daily basis. Its a true occupational hazard. I’ve been doing this for 11 years but it has definitely gotten harder the older I’ve gotten. When I started at the Park, it was so easy for us to work a 13 hour day, go to the bar until 3am, go home and sleep, and get up the next day and do it all over again. Now, I get home at 10pm and I’m fighting to not fall asleep on the couch watching tv. And I have to literally drag myself out of bed every morning to go to work.
But this place is in my blood. I’ll probably die there. As long as we continue to have as much fun as we’ve had all these years, it’ll all be worth it. I don’t know any other jobs that would entertain me as much. I can honestly say, I love my job.
So, I haven’t written anything in over a month so naturally this post would be fueled with fire. For those that don’t know me personally, I’m 32 years old, my brother and I were raised by our mother since I was 3. We haven’t seen our father over the past 30 years. Or that’s what I thought until last week. Growing up, my mother never said an ill word against my father (why I don’t know because I’ve since learned that there was so much more than him just leaving) and just like any other child in a single parent household, I was curious about him. Curious what he was like, curious why he left, curious as to why he never attempted to get in touch with us. What kind of man just walks away from his wife and two small children and doesn’t look back? I guess I’ll never know.
Jump to 2010…my mother has reconnected with old classmates and family through the wonder that is Facebook. Last week I come home from work and she corners me in the kitchen and says “I need to talk to you about something.” My first reaction was, “Oh God. Who died now?” (the past year has been a bad year for my family as the elders have started dropping off one by one.) She then proceeded to tell me that over the past few months she has been getting email notifications that her ex-husband, my father, has been trying to contact her through Classmates.com but she’s been ignoring them. However, today, he’s tried a new route and sent her a message through Facebook. He wants to know what she’s told us (my brother and I) about him. He wants to contact us and thought it was best to go through her first. (ya think?) I could just imagine getting a message on Facebook that says, “Hi Jennifer. I’m your Father.” and I’d have Star Wars playing through my head from then on. I laughed at her. Literally. In her face, laughed at her. Looked her dead in the eye and said, “You’re serious?!” (excuse my french on this next part…) “Thirty fucking years and NOW he wants to contact us?! Tell him to fuck off.” She wasn’t about to argue my position because as I later found out, he had plenty of chances to be a part of our lives.
I still do not know why he left us 30 years ago, other than my mother telling me that he “wanted to be 19 forever” while he was already 29. Although my mother let him go, she didn’t give up without a fight. She followed him across county and state lines to track him down for child support payments, and when she finally caught up to him she gave him a choice. Pay or sign away your parental rights. It only took him 24 hours to make that decision. I was 3 then. My brother was only a few months old. Sometime before I became a teenager there were at least two instances that my mother allowed my father to see us. She even gave him an opportunity to be a part of our lives then, even though so many years had passed. Again, nothing. For whatever reason, I have no memory of these meetings, I do however remember being in the place and time of when she said they occurred. Obviously he didn’t make a lasting impression.
For all of my life it was the three of us. We were always together, even in the middle of the night at a hotel in Baltimore that my mother had to drag us to so that she could run inventory with the staff for the acquisition. My brother and I were accustomed to being held up in accounting offices at all hours of the day or night with nothing to do. That is until we were old enough to make sense of numbers and filing systems, and then we got put to work. Come to think of it, she owes a lot of back pay…lol. But I digress. Without the assistance of child support, my mother had to work 60+ hours a week to provide us with whatever we wanted. And somehow she still managed to involve us in various activities. My brother was all about soccer. I was music lessons, choir recitals, bowling, and whatever else I could find to do with my friends. If she managed to get 5 hours of sleep per night, I’d be surprised. To call her a workaholic is mild. She was a driving force within the hotel industry. She ignored the pain, she ignored everything that was going wrong with her body because of us. She didn’t have any other option. A few years later, my mother would be physically disabled and no longer able to work, or even drive a vehicle. Luckily, my brother and I were able to provide for ourselves, but who was going to provide for her? I won’t subject you to the woes of what our lives have become, we struggled but we are surviving.
Ten years later, that man who had so easily walked out of our lives comes trotting back like only a day had passed. I can’t say I’m not still curious as to the what’s and why’s of it all, but I’ll be damned if I’ll make it so easy for him when my mother had to work herself into early “retirement” to provide for us. There are no free passes. You don’t get to wake up one day when your old and grey and decide that now is the time to get to know your children. You didn’t want us, as made perfectly clear over the past 30 years of you not being here. There is no way in hell that I would subject my mother to watching you waltz in now that all the hard work is done and be a part of our lives. I just can’t get over it…30 years. Not 1, not 2, hell, not even 10. 30 fucking years. Am I being too harsh? Is there such a thing in this instance?
WeTV is my new obsession as of lately and it’s more than just Bridezillas. My Fair Wedding, Platinum Weddings, Rich Bride Poor Bride, are just some of my favorites but the couples they have on these shows drive me absolutely nuts. I cannot comprehend how these women managed to get these men to marry them and why they feel the need to spend every last dollar on an event that lasts 4 hours. Now, don’t get me wrong, I know it’s “their day” and that it should be the best day of their lives but it shouldn’t drive the couple to marriage counseling before they even say their “I do’s”.
They all want the same thing…”The WOW! Factor”. Come hell or high water they’ll have everything they want no matter the price tag. Which got me to thinking…”What would my dream wedding cost?” So I did a little research. I found THE dress I will be buying when, and if, I ever get married…and it costs less than $1,000. It’s an absolutely gorgeous dress, and I won’t need to sell my house to get it.
As Gretchen Wilson’s anthem “Redneck Woman” states:
“Victoria’s Secret, well their stuff’s real nice
But I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price
And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV
I don’t need no designer tag to make my man want me”
I guess it just confirms the fact that I am not the typical girl…I don’t want to be a “princess” on my wedding day. I just want to look good. I don’t want to “have the wedding that everyone will remember”…if they’re having a good time, they’ll be too drunk to remember it anyway. The only thing that matters is that I remember it myself and we have the pictures to reminisce.
Horse-drawn carriages, fireworks, helicopter rides…these things only happen in the movies. For a regular ol’ Jersey girl, the only way I’m going to have these things at my wedding is if I marry a movie star. (The chance of that happening are the same as winning the Mega Millions lottery.) These girls live in fantasy land if they think that their guests are going to care that they had an ice luge for drinks or the couples monogram graffitied on the walls. IT’S A WASTE OF MONEY! I bet I could put on a fantastic event for the same amount they spend on their flowers alone.
Favors/Bridal Party Gifts: $1,000
Grand Total: $30,000*
*This total only includes large items, amount may change due to other needs. But I can guarantee that I will not spend much more than that and my wedding would rival any $500,000 wedding I’ve seen on any of these shows. Simple, yet elegant. Women need to stop trying to be “Cinderella” on their wedding day…there’s a reason she’s a fictional character. Am I the only one who’s not affected by all the glitz and glamour that the wedding industry tries to convince us we need to purchase in order to have a “magical day”?? Now all I need to do is find a groom….
All I want for Christmas is for the Flyers to overcome their recent struggles and salvage the rest of this season. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Wasn’t the acquisition of Chris Pronger and Ray Emery supposed to propel us into the Stanley Cup Finals this year?? (and coming from a true believer in the Philly Curse, that’s a big feast to serve)
Emery, I can forgive…injuries are a part of the game. Pronger on the other hand, there’s no excuse. Rumors have been flying that he’s at odds with Flyers Captain Mike Richards, and in the recent games has appeared flat-footed. Now, I’m not putting all the blame on Pronger…he’s not the only one out on the ice or on the bench. They’ve all been the subject of scrutiny as of late. But why, in all that is holy, would we commit so much money and time to a player that does not perform to 110% of his abilities??
Being a historic hockey team that we are, we’ve seen a lot of talent come and go through the years. So during the off-season when the announcement was made that we had acquired Chris Pronger, I have to admit, I was stoked. Compile that onto the news of the Philadelphia Flyers being pitted against rivals Boston Bruins in the Winter Classic, and I was ready for the season of a lifetime. Started searching for ways to get myself to Boston to cheer on my boys for a once in a lifetime (possibly) opportunity, received my partial season tickets in the mail, bought myself some new fan gear, and I was a happy girl. That was…until Thanksgiving week when it all started to unravel.
Up until that time, the Flyers had started off alright…12-8-1…nothing to sneeze at. But you could tell, something was wrong. First to go, John Stevens. Enter Peter Laviolette. With a harsh schedule and a new coaching system, I didn’t expect the boys to get us a win right out of the gate. But it’s nearing the Winter Classic and we’ve only managed to win 2 games since Laviolette took the reins. With the Flyers playing as they are, I’m skeptic to think that all those people who have spent $300-$400 a ticket to see what could have been a phenomenal game, will actually show up. And somehow, I wouldn’t put it past the Bruins fans to throw snowballs at the Flyers, much as the Philadelphia Eagles fans did to Santa all those years ago (and most recently at the 49ers this past Sunday). But I’m sure he’s forgiven us since then…it was 1969 after all.
As much as I wanted to be in Boston to support my Flyers, there is no way I am spending my hard-earned money to be disappointed. I’ll be watching the game from the comfort of my family room, crossing my fingers that they don’t force me to change the channel before the buzzer sounds. Pronger, Richards, Carter, and all the others better get their acts together and start acting like the team they are or someone else is going to end up on the chopping block.
If that’s what it takes, make it happen Santa…I don’t want to cringe anymore when watching my boys. Peace & Love.
Living in New Jersey the majority of my life, I am no stranger to snow. But over the past decade or so we haven’t been getting hit as hard as when I was a child. So when the news began forecasting a severe storm to hit us this weekend, I figured it was just like everything else, and we wouldn’t get nearly what they were calling for. Boy, was I wrong. Since 3am this morning (when it started), we’ve accumulated at least a foot of snow. Doesn’t sound like a lot, right? Well, if you’ve never seen a foot of snow, it’s more than what you think. And we’re not even getting the brunt of this storm…I can’t imagine being wherever that is.
I attempted to shovel our walkway and driveway after taking this picture, and have only managed to get to the passenger side of the car. And the snow just keeps falling. I’m sure that if I were to go outside and look at what I’ve already shoveled, I’m not going to be happy that I have to do it again. And this lovely storm isn’t supposed to stop until 11am tomorrow.
Amazingly enough, the Philadelphia Flyers and Sixers both played their games today, with approximately 9000 people turning out this afternoon to watch the Flyers lose to the Rangers. Too bad they didn’t win to make the trip worthwhile. Also, the last report I heard was that the Eagles have pushed their game back to 4:15pm against the 49ers due to the fluffy white stuff.
If the snow manages to stay around until Friday (not likely), I would love to have the first white Christmas in a long time. I can’t remember the last time we’ve had snow on Christmas. For all of those on the east coast that have become snow-bound…keep warm, stay safe, drive slow. Merry Christmas or Happy whichever holiday you may celebrate. God bless us, every one.
I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I’m getting a little tired of hearing about Adam Lambert’s performance on the AMA’s last week. I’ve been a fan of Adam ever since January when he was selected as a finalist on American Idol. I’m not the slightest bit shocked by anything that happens during live tv anymore. What I don’t understand is why it’s causing such a controversy in 2009. If this was 1959, I could understand. But let’s see…we’ve been through a wardrobe “malfunction”, the Britney-Madonna kiss, and Kanye’s tirade during Taylor Swift’s acceptance speech.
“Hello pot? This is kettle.” Two women can kiss on live tv, and it gets brushed aside (especially considering the participants), but oh my goodness, two men kiss and all hell breaks loose. Just goes to show you that the world hasn’t accepted homosexuality and all that it includes. People can’t just pick and choose which homosexuality they’d like to accept. Can we say “double standard”?? And here I thought we as a people have made strides in accepting others. Guess I was wrong.
Oh, and I give a big two thumbs down to Good Morning America for cancelling Adam’s performance. The Early Show gets one up, one down…for putting Adam on at the last minute after GMA’s cancellation, but for blurring the kiss from the AMA’s.
Ok, so my first official post is a big one…anyone that lives or works in Philadelphia knows whats been going on this week. The ongoing SEPTA strike. First, let me say that I do not begrudge anyone for trying to make the most from their job, but when you work for a public transportation company and are unionized, there are some things that are just not kosher.
TWU Local 234 is under contract negotiations for their members, and just like any other union they decided to go on strike when their requests weren’t approved. Living in the Delaware Valley for the majority of my life, I’m accustomed to this. Philadelphia is one of the largest unionized metros in the country. But this time, it’s different. With the current economic state of the country, I can understand why the SEPTA employees would be trying to better their pension benefits package. What I don’t understand is why they would go through with a strike that renders the city frozen.
As one of the millions that celebrated last October on Broad Street, I was more than ready to do it all over again this year had our wonderful Phillies brought another championship home. But SEPTA had another plan. The union had threatened to strike while the World Series was in town last weekend, but negotiators continued bargaining after Governor Ed Rendell threatened “significant consequences” if that happened. The union went on strike hours after the series between the Phillies and Yankees shifted back to New York. Let me just say that there would have been ALOT of pissed off people if that had happened. And I don’t know how long Willie Brown has held his position of President of the Transportation Workers Union, but here’s a warning…you don’t mess with Ed Rendell. I would definitely rank him right up there with Frank Rizzo of greatest Philadelphia mayors.
Shouldn’t everyone have the well-being of others in the backs of their minds?? Or are we generally in a state of “every man for himself”? Who really benefits when a union of a mass transit system goes on strike? Certainly not those that can’t get back and forth to work because they don’t own cars, or are unfortunate enough to live in an area that isn’t be serviced by some other transit entity. Who’s going to help those people with their bills when they can’t make payments? And what about the TWU members themselves? Is TWU Local 234 president Willie Brown going to make it all better by demanding things he knows the city won’t agree to because they are not financially stable? No. That’s not how it works. All that’s going to happen is your going to have alot of union employees sitting at home for reasons they may not even be informed about, the city loses the revenue generated daily from ridership while its largest transit system sits idle, you piss off those of us that live in the surrounding areas and rely on public transportation to get around the city, not to mention the state officials don’t want to deal with you because you’re being unreasonable.
Governor Ed Rendell is not new to the negotiations table. As mayor of Philadelphia for many years, he’s very familiar with how these things work. He’s right to reject the demands of a union that wants more than the $7 million package they came to terms with on Friday. Hey Mr. Brown, if you don’t want the $7 million, I’ll gladly take it off your hands. SEPTA employs 5000 people…I’m no mathematician, but that’s a nice chunk of change for those people. I know quite a few businesses that would benefit greatly from that kind of settlement. How about, instead of being greedy and allowing the Governor to leave the table, you just sign the contract and take your $7 million. And next year, when the country is in a better state (God willing), you can make all the demands you want.
Fight the battles you can win…not the wars you cannot.