Was @ Phi: Over their last eight games the Eagles are doing the lousiness on D to an extent that is only surpassed by the Saints (of course). On t’udder side of the field Cousins is grasping for the Slurs QB throne with a 70% plus completion rating over the same period. Trouble is, them Washington folks have trouble winning when they have to take a stagecoach to a game. Folks, this is the NFC East’s homage to The Good, The Bad And The Ugly, all wrapped up in one debacle. Enjoy.
Your “What Night Is It Anyway?” NFC East Fiasco Open Thread

So as an addendum to that story, Giants and Jets games banned beer at night games a for a while and there was a scholarly article written in the 1989 Journal of Sports and Social Issues on the Great Pumpkin game as a case study of sports fan behavior.
http://people.wku.edu/douglas.smith/Sports%20Crowd%20Behavior.pdf
Good times.
So Fetushead did a bad: http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/nfl-shutdown-corner/report–hgh–other-drugs-were-shipped-to-peyton-manning-s-wife-025038551.html
ps hope you all had a lovely christmas/holiday/boozeathon
Buddy Cole Giants Stadium memories:
http://www.pro-football-reference.com/boxscores/198810170nyj.htm
October 17, 1988, anyone who was there will never forget the Great Pumpkin Game (it needs an oral history article on its’ 30 anniversary). My two uncles were at this Monday Night affair, and can still remember the mayhem as if it were yesterday.
So this was Mark Gastineau’s last game as a Jet as he retired midseason to take care of Brigitte Nielsen… and the Bills go up 31-7 at halftime. Then it got nasty.
Video of this game will show a blowup doll designed to look like Nielsen being passed throughout the stadium, and a gigantic pumpkin. When the latter was confiscated in the third quarter, the masses chanted “We want the pumpkin! We want the pumpkin!” and the outnumbered security guards gave it back to them. Little fires were set all around the stadium and a smoke bomb went off in the upper deck. My uncles said people were lighting promotional hats on fire and just tossing them wherever.
As they were going down to get to the car, they saw numerous dumpsters set on fire in the parking lot and a group of five teenagers running around and beating the shit out of anyone they could get their hands on, so they sprinted like hell and got out of there.
For those that know a touch of art history combined with shitty TV:
http://41.media.tumblr.com/a45c86ab0e174e360cae19569bfa5105/tumblr_nw9he6Do2b1qzquyeo1_1280.jpg
http://40.media.tumblr.com/9c10232840a2e0c63e37ca2daef718e5/tumblr_nougxavfHX1qlrxgfo6_1280.jpg
OK, I’m done. Off my chest.
Buddy Cole’s Family tales:
I am, in a twist of confusion, not from Toronto but northern New Jersey. My uncle has had Jets season tickets since they moved to Giants Stadium in 1984, and my Giants fan father sometimes would get cajoled into seeing games because, eh, football.
The seats in the old place were in Section 333, somewhat like the Eagles 700 Level. I went to about 9 games from ages 7-9 during the Parcells era. Highlights of those years:
* Drunks twisting mustard packs so tightly they would explode on contact when thrown at people in the lower levels.
* There was a dude in the section named Muehlgay, who printed out sticker nameplates that everyone with the late 90s shitty jersey du jour would put over (namely Glenn Foley and Neil O’Donnell)
* The head honcho of the section was a guy named Rat King, who in addition to being Ozzy Osbourne’s limo driver, presided of Section 333 anarchy.
Merry Christmas ya filthy animals.
Pretty enjoyable book:
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41S0VZMXEGL.jpg
Merry Christmas back at ya.
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