Please get this story of Extreme Racism at the Lincoln Financial Field out there

I had the unfortunate experience yesterday of seeing my favorite sports team, the Philadelphia Eagles, play football at Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia. Yes, you read right: unfortunate. Despite their amazing 56-21 victory and what would have been a great time, I had one of the worst experiences of my life. Some people said I should have known what to expect. Had I been warned, it still couldn't have prepared me for the disgusting verbal display that my boyfriend and I heard once we sat down. As we made our way to our seats in section 221, otherwise known as the 700 level, we hunkered down, excited just to be at the stadium, seeing our team. The sun was blazing as the Eagles took the field and I was excited to see my favorite quarterback, Donovan McNabb. Despite losing the first two games of the season and controversy surrounding his racially charged comments made on HBO, I was thrilled to watch him in action. The players emerged and the energy in the Linc was high. My boyfriend hadn't even sunk his teeth into his sausage sandwich when we were met with horrid screams coming from directly behind us. An older white man continued to scream in my ear, "McNabb you f_cking n_gger, McNabb you f_cking n_gger." Where the hell was I? Was this happening? After the fourth and fifth series of hate-filled words and expletives were uttered I abruptly left my seat to inform a staff member about this man's behavior. Upon relaying the information to a security guard dressed in red, I was told that he was not responsible for my section and that if it happened again to tell the other guard. I sat back down. I hadn't eaten anything all day but felt no need for food: my hunger had turned to nausea. We were expected to endure this? Surely no. Our plan was to hold out until the end of the first quarter, then leave. We didn't make it that long. As we sat, unable to focus on the game, our section-mate seemed to have cleaned up his act. I heard bits and pieces, things said in jest like "I said a bad word, we're going to get in trouble." He was refraining from using the N-word and had now taken to a tirade of, "Waa, I'm black, waa" and "Why aren't there more white players?" While my boyfriend, being a reporter, tried to mentally record what he could, I couldn't take it anymore. Standing up I shrieked, "Why the f_ck are you here if you are a racist? Why do you even like the Eagles if you're such a racist?" My only regret now was using the F-word, but to my defense I was an irate woman. Upon confronting the 'man' I was met with screams of protest. Oh no, these were not protests in my favor. Two, three and four men all around us began to scream at me. Me! "We pay to be here, it's a free country!" chimed in a few of the 'man's' new found friends. The tirade against me continued, "...get out of here, we pay for this, we can say whatever we want!" No one, and I mean no one, out of the dozens of people in our section spoke out in my defense, aside from my boyfriend. I honestly could not believe what was taking place. I was, obviously, flustered. I got up to leave and report the men to yet another, Linc employee. Ted, staying behind, continued to converse with the many people who were now all verbally ganging up on us. He informed them that he was a reporter and that he would be writing an article about the incident and asked if they would provide their names for clarification. He was met with silence. I was curious as to why, if people wanted freedom of speech, no one wanted to provide their names. They were able to scream these hate-filled words for dozens of people to hear, yet wouldn't take credit for it. Unfortunately, Ted was only able to write an article for a local blog. Still determined to alert someone, anyone, at the Linc, we then went to Customer Service and filed a report of the incident. They were receptive and offered to change our seats. Our seats. Almost a joke, right? No. I've spent all day today, the day after these disgusting events took place, calling the Daily News of Philadelphia and the Philadelphia Inquirer in an attempt to get my story out there. Both publications took my name and information, I have not heard back from either. I also called the Linc. again and spoke to, yet another person, conveying my extreme disappointment with the way the situation was, or was not, handled. The reply was, "…we'll look into it." I'm also supposed to hear back from them with a follow up. I won't hold my breath. The reason for writing this story is so that it could be heard. If you or anyone you know has anyway or means of sharing this with the people of Philadelphia, please forward them this article. Oh, I forgot the saddest part; the 'man' spewing the hate-filled remarks was there with a child, no older than sixteen.