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href="http://torontoist.com/2008/02/phototo_snowbal.php">photographing a big, organized snowball fight.

The Giants), I didn't gloat too much to my New Englander friends. And I certainly didn't go out and mock every Patriots jersey-wearing sportsfan at the bar around the corner. (Yes, believe it or not, there are some Pats fans in Philly.)

Even though our Birds let us down this year, we’re still really psyched for the Super Bowl this weekend. In true Philly fashion we are rooting for the Giants, not because we like them that much (although the Q-back is our husband’s little brother), but because we’d love to see the Pats fail. Ahem. Anyways, this Saturday 24 current and former NFL players will offer up proof of their culinary prowess at “Taste of the NFL,” a charity event held in Phoenix to benefit America’s Second Harvest. Epicurious has all of the recipes up on their website, so’s to help you plan your Big Day nosh, but they’re also doing something really cool for Second Harvest: if you vote for your favorite recipe, they’ll donate $1 (up to $250,000) to the charity. In addition, the player whose recipe wins will get a wad of cash to donate to their local food bank.

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Silently, the audience waited, rapt with the anticipation of a season teetering in the balance. For one moment, 70,000 pairs of eyes stared, borderline maniacally, on a spot in the ground. The 39-yard line. Giants leading 16-13. The weather conditions screamed like a leviathan, suggesting the sheer implausibility of what was about to take place. 57 yards? The wind. The rain. The mud. All seeming to offer a stern “Thou shalt not pass.” Still, there David Akers stood, a thunderball of intensity and defiance. As he hunched over the holder, his icy breath distributed itself upon the environs of a stoic Lincoln Financial Field. Sav Rocca looked up for one final look, an assurance that the diminutive place kicker was ready. But Akers' eyes said it all: “This is my time.”

Let me just start off by saying that there is a lot of talent onstage during Being Alive. Let me follow that up by saying all the talent in the world can't save a bad show. It's not bad, I think, because Sondheim is some kind of holy, un-adaptable composer, whose music should never, never, ever be taken out of context, as some have suggested. In fact, more than a few revues have been built...

In the last few weeks, the Eagles have looked absolutely anemic against the Giants, snatched defeat from the jaws of victory against da' Bears, and unimpressively beaten a couple hopeless teams in the Jets and the Vikings by a mere touchdown apiece. So forgive me for not being that optimistic about Sunday night's game against the Cowboys. Sure, our defense has been fairly solid... if we forget that last 1:57 of the Bears game, where we managed to make Brian Griese look like Jon Elway. But the Cowboys are the best offense not wearing New England Patriots uniforms that we'll see this year. I've resigned myself to getting beaten, probably badly, by our arch-rivals. So much so, in fact, that I won't be watching Sunday night's game. Instead, I'll be spending Sunday night with another rival: Paper Rival.

You know that old saying about “never waking up a sleeping giant?” Well, the Eagles certainly are not giants. Hell, as they proved in Week 4, they probably aren’t even as good as the Giants. But that doesn’t mean you have to go treating them like a bunch of punks. And that is just what Vikings head coach Brad Childress did when he told his team to execute an onside kick after his team marched down the field on their opening drive to score the first touchdown of the game. The surprise play worked and the Vikings got the ball... and then they got their asses handed to them.

The Red Sox has permeated nearly every facet of Bostonist's lives. When they're not live-blogging the games, waxing poetic about the games, thanking Curt Schilling for his splendid work, or telling Dane Cook to watch his hair, they're watching certain presidential candidates hop on the Red Sox bandwagon (sorry, Gothamist). The Sox are so branded on the local brain that people are using the Series to spice up their sex lives. Speaking of spice, Bostonist is really sick of that taco promo. And, while they're proud of John Williams, Bostonist is still trying to figure out Williams' "Very Special Arrangement" of the "Star Spangled Banner."

Sorry there was no Eagles Diary last week. I turned on the channel the game was supposed to be on, saw a team in a blue-and-yellow get up that a Division Nine college football team wouldn’t wear and assumed that the game got canceled. But anyway, I was wrong. The game took place and the Eagles actually scored 56 points and obliterated the Detroit Lions. So I had high hopes for the Eagles latest square-off against the hated New York Giants. And I was not disappointed. Because the Eagles gave me plenty to rag on. So back by popular demand (or at least by demand of my editors), here is the minute-by-minute account of last night’s Eagles flop.

Seattlest watches as a S.L.U.T. is born and Seattle Flickr users go nuts over a local art installation. A restaurant critic demands a Diner's Bill of Rights over a gnat next to her drink, and, in lieu of a Portlandist, Seattlest debates with itself over the identity of the Northwest's crown jewel. Seattlest also joins the guys from Fantagraphics for an ill-fated gun party in the woods.

Holy smokes! Giant fish on the MTA, Paris Hilton in jail, then out, then in again, Al Gore, goatses, blumpkins, Matt Damon, and baby art critics! It's been a busy week across the Ist-A-Verse, and here's a smattering of what's been going on.

This week we'd like to congratulate the -ist network's Mother Hen, Gothamist's Jen Chung, who found herself a recipient of Wired Magazine's Wired Rave Award. If that doesn't sound terribly exciting, keep in mind another recipient was J.K. Rowling. Yep, that's right, the -ist network and Harry Potter now have something in common. Go us.

Game Time: Saturday, January 13th at 8pm

Less than twenty-four hours after Tony Romo committed one of the most embarrassing, costly blunders in football history, not much else will be talked about after the Eagles defended Lincoln Financial Field in a 23-20 Wild Card Weekend triumph. The final 137 yards of Tiki Barber’s career—now overshadowed. Brian Westbrook’s leadership, not to mention his forty-nine-yard touchdown dash despite stomach cramps—no longer headline making. Jeff Garcia continuing to lead the Eagles to an improbable six-game winning streak—already an old story.

The Eagles have come a long way. After being left for dead in late November - they lost McNabb in a 31-13 loss to the Titans, which was followed by a 45-21 loss to the Colts - they reeled off five straight wins with a quarterback that all the NFL considered a washout after showing some ability in San Francisco. The super undead Eagles - coach Reid himself, as well as several players, was using the zombie comparison in the last two weeks - go charging into the playoffs as the hottest team in the NFL, akin to a fully restored and fully revved hot-rod that's been unleashed on the streets after years lying under a tarp.

How cruel of the Eagles to win on Monday night, pulling us all back into the hunt for the playoffs like that. Why did they have to beat a Panthers team expected to win Super Bowl XLI and take their spot in the playoff ladder? Why couldn’t Jeff Garcia have just embarrassed himself and taught coach Andy Reid a lesson for not opting for A.J. Feely? Why did they have to build our hopes back up, only to disappoint us in heartbreaking fashion?

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At first last night we got the queasy feeling that we were going to see a repeat of maddening Eagles' performances of the past, like the recent Giants game. The Birds were once again just not playing to their full abilities, and were slowly creeping towards losing what should have been a sure win. Poor time management (a perpetual Eagles problem), especially at the end of the first half, combined with bad ball-handling (boo Buckhalter!) and incomprehensible play calls (what was with that fake field goal?!) combined to ruin multiple scoring opportunities and leave the Eagles behind 9-7 at the beginning of the second half. But the birds came out of the locker room with a new outlook, energy, and determination, and instead of seeing a replay of the Giants game, we got to see the reverse: the Eagles limped and fumbled through the first half and utterly dominated the second. Donovan took matters into his own hands, rushing for some crucial first downs and even two touchdowns. A faltering Packers secondary and an inaccurate Brett Favre certainly helped. The Packers never scored again, and the Eagles ended up winning the game 31-9. In fact, Green Bay hasn't won in Philly since 1962; we're glad the Birds kept it that way. Now let's see if they can defend themselves against the hated T.O. and the hated Cowboys next week. Go Eagles!

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It was an all-too-familiar scene at Lincoln Financial Field yesterday afternoon. We watched in horror and rage as a sure and easy win slipped slowly and agonizingly away from us. Maybe we should have known right away, when Akers got in a scuffle on the Giants' sideline after the opening kickoff, that everything was going to go terribly wrong.

We need to remind ourselves that we're not in school anymore and that Thursday night is no longer a big party night. But reading our sister -ists after a few libations is kinda fun.

Phillyist is, of course, just as patriotic as all of our other Ist brethren out there. And while we might not go crazy flouting it the way we suspect our friends at Londonist will over the next few weeks, we'll still be rooting hard for the good ol' U-S-of-A. Specifically, we'll be rooting for two players on the U.S. roster who hail from Philadelphia: Bobby Convey and Chris Albright.

We don't know about you, but we kind of love Sumo Wrestling, and we're excited to see that the ancient Japanese sport based around two fat guys trying to push each other out of a ring seems to be gaining popularity here in America. The latest sign of this growing appreciation is Saturday's Battle of the Giants event at the Wachovia Center. It'll be a round robin tournament consisting of 31 matches between wrestlers from all over the world. Competitors will face-off against each other to the sounds of Taiko drum music, and the audience will also be treated to "a theatrical Cirque de Soleil style spectacular representing the mythological origins of sumo." Sounds awesome! Sure, the TV commercials for this event make it look like a cross between professional wrestling and a monster truck rally, but how could it be so corny when it's sanctioned by the Japanese-based world governing body for Sumo - the International Sumo Federation - and will be conducted according to traditional Japanese Sumo rules and judged by licensed officials? We expect it will be a serious competition, and quite a thrilling spectacle.

So the big, bad Bonds rolled into town this weekend and had little to show for his three-game effort. Yes, he did hit home run number 713 last night, bringing him closer to his asterisked place in the baseball ledgers, but he was far from the real show this weekend. That spot was reserved for the Phillies, who swept the San Francisco Giants to build up to an eight-game winning streak.

The Phillies are riding high into this weekend’s series with the San Francisco Giants. Showing some of that “fighting” side, the Phils worked themselves up to a .500 record by beating the Atlanta Braves 6-3 last night.