If Rocky Had Been The Favorite

It's been 13 years since I lived anywhere close to Philadelphia, and yet I still speak fluently the language of booing. This sets me apart from the tens of millions of sports fans who don't have Philadelphia in their blood and so hear booing as an undifferentiated cacophony of sound, similar to the way a monolingual English speaker would experience market morning in a remote Tibetan village. The locals sure seem angry about something, but it's not clear what it is. The most puzzling thing about yesterday's game wasn't the result.  We lost this game the day Andy Reid hired Juan Castillo.  Being down a quarterback, wide receiver, and two of our top three cornerbacks against a team that requires you to a) score a lot and b) play a flag football defense just made the final result worse. No, what was strange about yesterday was how conflicted the crowd seemed about booing a series of decisions, mistakes and displays of cowardice that should have whipped those atte...