
It's no secret some of the best Philadelphia sports reporters are from the suburban papers.
The writers from the dying Philadelphia Inquirer and Daily News tend to be pompous know it alls.
Jack McCaffery from the Delaware Country Daily Times has this piece today:
Eagles camp has lost some luster
The Eagles will begin reporting to training camp today. That mesmerizes photographers. Not long ago, it did the same for casual Philadelphia sports fans.
Complete with a countdown that so many kept — 20 days until camp, 10 days until camp, nine, eight, a week until camp — the Eagles’ arrival at Lehigh was considered the end to the silence. The Flyers and Sixers off season, and the Phillies rarely competitive, the Eagles always did their heaviest trafficking in mid-summer hope.
Rarely atrocious, often competitive and typically quite good ever since Dick Vermeil injected professionalism into the organization at the end of the 1970s, the Eagles benefited the most from that 100-season gap between major-league Philadelphia championships.
Not that the Eagles were ever successful at providing a parade, but they sure knew how to wear the grand marshal hat and spin the flaming baton. Whether it was Buddy Ryan promising championships, Ray Rhodes promising a fight or Jeffrey Lurie promising golden standards, the Eagles had a fan base brainwashed. And by the time Terrell Owens arrived for the 2004 season, the masses were following — up to 25,000 a day flooding the Lehigh Valley to watch practice, not games, not games, not games, but practice.
Soon after, the franchise felt strong enough to roll out the most unfortunate, insulting and incorrect Philadelphia sports marketing slogan since Julius Erving stared into a camera and announced, “We owe you one.” The pitch: One team, one town, one dream. With it, the Birds offered some cockeyed explanation, but the message was unscrambled: In Philadelphia, only the Eagles matter.
One team ... one dream ...
They nearly pulled it off, the Eagles did. They were leading at halftime in Super Bowl XXXIX, only to lose when Andy Reid lost grip of the time and the situation and Bill Belichick was filmed on the opposite sideline shaking his head at his own good fortune. Had that 2004 team won the Super Bowl and ended Philadelphia’s championship famine, the rest of the sports arenas dotting East Pattison Ave. might have been shuttered and abandoned.
The Eagles even had a parade route picked out. (And though Belichick used that to his motivational advantage, the pre-parade planning was a safety and logistical necessity). Who knows how many would have attended? Two million? Three million? More?
But the Patriots won that championship and the Eagles — a 13-1 team in meaningful regular-season games — were never that good again. Few teams were that good, actually. But the Eagles were never that good again. And that’s when the rumble began — the rumble across the street, the one the Eagles had to hear and tried to ignore ... yet which eventually succeeded in muffling the football thunder. With a new playing palace of their own and multiple young superstars rolling into their prime, the Phillies — of all left-for-dead franchises — were back.
And once that happened, it was RIP for summertime football hype.
Pennsylvania is not any less a football state than it was before National League MVP Jimmy Rollins led the 2007 Phillies to a first-place finish, or that an autumn Sunday in the Linc will be any less entertaining, meaningful or watched. It’s not to suggest that there will be one fewer Eagle drafted in a fantasy league, or one ratings point shaved from their in-season TV ratings. The Eagles might even win something this season. It’s up to them. They have enough good players. Have at it.
It’s just that once the Phillies began to stir and then won a world championship, the Eagles no longer had a 12-month option on Philadelphia fan passion. The summer now belongs to the Phillies, who, by the way, have horned in on a little bit of the winter, too.
No matter what happens now, the Phillies will be highly relevant into the earliest October hours, and then beyond. That means that instead of talk-show callers and over-analytical columnists obsessing over who will be the Birds’ fourth receiver and who will be their fifth, the prevailing sports topics for the next few weeks will be baseball-related: What’s going to happen at the trade deadline? Does Cole Hamels have postseason MVP stuff? Is Brad Lidge OK? How many homers will Ryan Howard club?
Truth told, save for the marketing branch of the Birds’ operation, the club probably feels that is just as well at this point. The on-field staff — the players, coaches, assistants — know that training camp is an obsolete media stunt, used any more to bolster the economy of Bethlehem as it is to improve the Birds’ offensive attack. The players need training, of course. But if the coaches had their way they’d run the whole thing behind the locked gates of the NewsControl Compound.
Nonetheless, the Eagles rookies will parade into 300-year-old college dorms today, and the cameras will click, capturing the identical images that they did last year — large men schlepping window fans from impossibly expensive vehicles into their rooms.
Once, it was fascinating.
Not anymore.
That’s because Philadelphia summers belong to baseball again.
http://www.delcotimes.com/articles/2009/07/26/sports/doc4a6bc8fd77571796429137.txt