The seemingly endless contemplations on the nature of Philadelphia’s sports fans bring to mind that cloying holiday song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas.”
The same tired litany of offenses is repeated ad nauseam — “Four fans a-brawling … Three drunks in Vet jail … Two batteries hurled … And a snowball in Santa’s left ear.”
As evidenced by the many references during the Eagles’ recent Christmas Day telecast to the infamous Santa-shelling of 1968, the compulsion to enumerate and reiterate Philly’s fanatical faults runs deep — both in the national media and, somewhat less explicably, in ourselves.