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This is a strange story with many different implications, not the least of which is simple. It’s a situation in which nobody seems to be right. We’ll do our best to wade through this murky situation.

Just ten days to the annual Army-Navy game. It's an event steeped in tradition, a healthy rivalry, and... bad movie knock-offs.

Hey you! Michael Cera fan. Yes, the one wearing the hoodie over the polo shirt. Can't wait to see Michael's new movie Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist? Philebrity has a contest that might just interest your nerdy, emo, super-bad self.

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.”

"Officers from the State Police Bureau of Liquor Control Enforcement in Philadelphia conducted a special underage drinking detail in the Lincoln Financial Field parking lot" before the Temple-Penn State football game Saturday and arrested 31 underage tailgaters, as well as one more for presenting false identification. City police were trying to break up a dispute between two rival groups of young men in Gray's Ferry Saturday night when the young men opened fire on...

Phillyist is a huge Eagles fan, despite having to go on blood pressure meds after Monday night. We're also fans of the 1933 gear they have out this year for their anniversary, and have already acquired several items to clothe our couch-team. The Birds will be wearing throwback jerseys during Sunday's game versus the Lions, and tonight, you'll have a chance to acquire one for yourself. It's Midnight Madness at the Eagles Pro Shop at the Linc, with doors opening at 10 pm and the sale starting at midnight; you can enter through the Pepsi gate. The jerseys will take center stage, but we're assuming you'll be able to buy any booty you can get your hands on. SWOOP will also be there, along with some cheerleaders (whom we hope will not be wearing Vera Wang, unless it's from the new Kohl's line – it's supposed to be chilly tonight). Pepsi will be handing out samples. And there will be raffles for three pairs of tickets to Sunday's game and an autographed throwback jersey.

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.

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?

Just over nine and a half hours, five home-city teams, and three games made for one crazy Saturday of men’s college basketball in Philadelphia. It is not often that hoops diehards get an opportunity to attend a trio of games in one day, but December 2, 2006 brought just that. Unfortunately, I was only able to go to the nightcap due to a massive amount of work and no access to a car. But in a perfect world, here’s what my day would have looked like…

There was nothing else. A blanket of slate clouds shrouded the sun and blue sky. The misty fog which enveloped Lincoln Financial Field veiled most of the already irrelevant outside world. For those fans like myself sitting in the lower levels, not even the parking lot or other newly constructed sporting venues were visible. There was just this. No worrying about grocery shopping; no fantasizing of love interests; no wallowing in thoughts of returning to work the following morning. None of that mattered to those who had convened upon the stone sanctuary at 3501 South Broad Street. It would be sacrilegious for disciples of the Eagles to divert even an ounce of energy away from the game.

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William Penn keeps his back turned to Lincoln Financial Field after being called "Ben Franklin" by this week's announcers.

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.

Arrests at Eagles games are not exactly surprising or unusual. Who can forget the famous Eagles Court at the Vet? However, Christopher Noteboom from Tempe, Arizona has stunned even the most cynical amongst us with his arrest on Sunday during the Eagles game at Lincoln Financial Field -- for rushing the field during the game, dumping a baggie of his mother's ashes as he ran, and then collapsing on the 30-yard line.

As you may have heard, the local pro football team has fallen upon some tough times of late. An absurd, surreal contract dispute, the quarterback's myriad physical ailments, the head coach's puzzling play calls, and a defense that somehow forgot how to be nasty have all combined to produce an Eagles squad that is, one season after advancing to the Super Bowl, in serious danger of missing the playoffs altogether. Any day now we're expecting to hear that Wilma McNabb has sliced off a fingertip while opening a can of Chunky.

The Eagles were beaten soundly yesterday by the Dallas Cowboys, 33-10, in Dallas. While some Birds fans were hoping for a comeback similar to last week's victory over the Kansas City Chiefs, there was no miracle comeback resting in the Eagles this week.

David Akers sat crying on the sidelines after yesterday's afternoon game against the Oakland Raiders. He stood crying on the field, as well. And he walked on the sidelines, crying. There was a lot of crying going on, basically. But the good kind. Well, the good, torn hamstring kind.

Even though the Eagles are starting their season tonight, we're going to annoy you for a moment with some Phillies news. After some heartbreaking losses to the Astros, the Phillies came roaring back by taking 2 games out of 3 from the Florida Marlins over the weekend. The wins pulled the Phils to a game and a half behind the wild card leading Astros and a game behind the second place Marlins.

Last night, FX premiered its new comedy line-up: Starved, followed by It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Starved highlights four neurotic New Yorkers-- kind of like Seinfeld, except darker, raunchier, and filmed like an indie movie. Starved is different from your average sitcom not only in the way it is filmed, but also in its level of crassness. It's not for the faint of heart: this episode included frank sexual scenes, obscured nudity, and not-at-all obscured vomiting. Although some critics found Starved to be too crude, we thought it was actually kind of funny. Starved has also been accused of not being politically correct. While that may be true, this show does not come off as making fun of eating disorders; in fact, it often evokes sympathy for the main characters. And we have to give Starved props for addressing what it's like to live in a body-image obsessed country. Of course, we can relate: we watched it with a stack of Double-Stuf Oreos and a tall glass of whole milk.