Showing posts with label Philadelphia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philadelphia. Show all posts

Monday, July 22, 2013

"There are fans and there are FANS" - What ha... happened (July Part one)


"There are fans and there are FANS" - What ha... happened (July Part one)
by Dan Salem and Todd Salem (7-22-13)



We partied really hard at the wedding this weekend, so its fitting to follow up with "What ha... happened." Ah, memories. Part two will come early on Thursday and a hiatus next week for the honeymoon. Woo!

"What ha... happened," where we scour the internet for a crazy sports photo and someone must try to explain it. Seesaw Sports asks what ha... happened? Monday: Opening statement. Thursday: Rebuttal.

Real photos. Real results. But what in the heck happened?



DAN:
I present to you the following.

Photo: Let's kick things up a notch. There are fans and there are FANS.

Title: "Women love baseball too!"

Description: I'm not saying its love and devotion, but its the only explanation I could come up with. Well, silly me, that's your job. Full on french kissing the Phillies' mascot. Check! Sexy in doing so. Check check! Having the Philly Phanatic make you his bitch. Unintended consequence?

You tell me. What ha... happened?


TODD:
I have to tell you, you are way off on this. You missed all the warning signs too. A female baseball fan this devoted seems fishy. But one who would root for the Phillies is downright improbable. What happened was this poor soul lost a bet.

Most people bet for money or for some kind of reimbursement. If you win, I get a week in your summer home but if I win...etc. It is just as feasible though that people would bet their bodies, for lack of a better phrase. Loser has to get a very embarrassing tattoo! Or, loser has to go to second base with the Philly Phanatic. This woman has rounded first and is well on her way to a double.

To add insult to injury, this clear loser had to do so in Phillies garb and then had to attend an actual Phillies baseball game. So, so sad.

At least whoever they lost the bet to didn't make them go to Citi Field. That would have been going too far.







Friday, March 22, 2013

More What ha... happened? - March edition


More What ha... happened? - March edition
by Dan Salem and Todd Salem (3-22-13)

[Monday's What ha... happened?]



We scour the internet for crazy sports photo and someone must try to explain it. Seesaw Sports asks what ha... happened? Monday: opening statements. Friday: rebuttal.

Real photos. Real results. But what in the heck happened?



DAN:
I present to you the following:

Photo: Baseball in the face!

Title: "Don't mess with the Philly Phanatic."

Description: Its not enough that the Phillies stink, or that their fans are incessant booing machines. Now the Philly Phanatic, their beloved mascot, has turned on the team as well. Baseball in the face!

Was it the mascot, or something more sinister? You tell me, what ha...happened?


TODD:
The baseball comes at the batter, Mr. Jimmy Rollins, from a very odd angle here. If it had come from the pitcher, it would have struck him in the ear hole. If it had come from the catcher, it would have struck him in the back of the head. But no, the ball makes contact square in the face, seemingly coming from the stands between home plate and first base. What!

This is the key factor in deciphering what happened. Some pictures are hard to pinpoint, but Jimmy Rollins getting hit in the face with a baseball is almost self-explanatory: One of the aforementioned booing machines, as you so aptly named them, threw it at him! Go Phillies!

Most fans at baseball games try to collect foul balls for an autograph or to give to their child, or something heartwarming like that. Not Phillies' fans though. Oh, hell no. They scoop up foul balls with one thing in mind and that's who to throw it at later. If the owner's box was at field level it would be protected like the Pope-mobile, but since the booing machines can't peg the owners with foul balls, only the players are left to choose from.

Jimmy Rollins is an obvious choice to get hit in the face. He's a player Philadelphia should be cherishing as his career winds down, but instead is getting turned on because he isn't as good as he used to be, or as good as they want/need him to be. Thus: Smack! Ball in the face.

Sorry Jimmy; former league MVPs deserve better. I hope your nose is okay.