For the Philadelphia Eagles, home is where the hard is.
For those keeping score, the men in green haven't won in Philadelphia since September 30.
Let’s put that into perspective as to how long it’s been: President Obama was in his first term. Nobody knew what twerking was yet (ah, the memories).
People were excited about the 76ers' playoff chances. This year's version of the Sixers—who some thought might be historically bad this season (Riggin For Wiggins 2014, yo!)—have still won at home more than the Eagles have in two years.
My daughter was still months away from crawling. Now she does FloJo sprints through our house.
Ten straight losses later, and it'll now be at least 413 days until the Eagles break the slide. And if they lose again in their next opportunity against Washington, then it’ll be at least 427.
They say you can always go home again, but if you’re playing football for Philly, why would you want to?
This used to be one of the biggest home field advantages in all of football. The opponents used to be the victims. Snowballs were often the ammunition of choice. Those wearing Cowboy jerseys (or even Santa Claus outfits) needed security protection just to get to their seats.
In turn, the host aggressors would typically rise to the occasion, invoking punishment on the field similar to the kind that unwelcome guests received in the stands.
Therefore, to say that this dreaded drought hasn’t crept into the minds of some of those involved is being unrealistically optimistic.
So what gives?
Is it the fans? Are we not cheering loud enough? Or perhaps not booing heartily enough? Is it possible there are negative vibes being thrown out there, that the smallest on-field mishap now instills a victim mentality, provoking a collective “here we go again” groan from the crowd?
And the fact that local talk shows are holding polls as to how long the crowd should wait until voicing its displeasure is probably not helping much, either.
Perhaps the players need more tough love to hold themselves accountable. Not Incognito-style tough love, of course.
Are the amenities too nice? The concrete tundra which was Veterans Stadium (or affectionately known as “The Vet”) was as good as a 12th man on the field at times, with its turf powerful enough to cancel games when it wasn't causing season- and career-ending injuries.
Meanwhile, the Birds boast one of the best road records in the league, at a lofty 5-1. Maybe they need to keep their suitcases packed at all times!
Is it more than just a cruel coincidence? Is it the bad sports vibes which have once again pervaded the city like a pesky tumor which keeps returning? Is it like in Ghostbusters 2 when the town is just overcome with mood slime which has epitomized the futility of each major sports franchise in town sucking simultaneously?
Who knows. But whatever it is, Philly players and fans alike hope that, in just a few more days, this salacious streak is simply a mere footnote to soon be forgotten.