If there is a God, he/she/it has my thanks on this day.
I hate that fucking stadium with every fiber of my being. I hate what it represented, I hate the large percentage of assholes that filled it regularly, I hate just the damn thing itself.
It was poorly constructed, poorly repaired, poorly maintained....hell, it was probably poorly demolished, too. In a world of shit, it was the brownest, dirtiest and smelliest of all the shits.
I doubt any stadium has ended as many careers as the Vet did, the most dearest to my heart being that of Michael Irvin, who was booed as he laid motionless on the field, and was booed as he was carried off on a stretcher with his neck in a brace. If that didn't epitomize the Philly fans, then Santa Clause being booed certainly did.
Yes, there were many great moments that took place there over the years, but frankly, they were all blown away by the avalanche that is the countless number of bad ones. Speaking of avalanches, winter brought perhaps the worst of all such memories, as the hard-packed snow provided ammunition to a drunken set of lunatics. Refs, players, coaches, even those of the home team were not safe from pelting. What horrible irony it was that this all took place what's called "the city of brotherly love". It was not those of foreign allegiance that endured the heaviest barrage(by snow or simple insult), but those who played FOR Philadelphia. When Donovan McNabb was drafted by the Eagles with the 2nd pick in 1999, the Philly fans in attendance not only booed the selection, but yelled insults at McNabb, who had no part in the decision. 4 Pro Bowls and 3 NFC Championship games later, McNabb has proven just how fucking lucky those jackasses really are.
Rest in shit.
