What was Philadelphia Flyers owner Ed Snider thinking about? What was he really thinking?
He should have known that fans in Philadelphia were going to boo Sarah Palin when she was picked to ceremoniously drop the first puck of the Flyers season opener in Philly.
I know that the owner of Comcast has given a good amount of money to the McCain/Palin ticket. I am sorry, McCain/Palin ticket. But he had to have known that Philadelphia is not a republican city by any stretch of the imagination.
Did he think that sending her out with family would stop the boos? Did she really think that by dressing her youngest daughter in a Flyers jersey that somehow would quell the hate? These people are sharks—they can smell someone who is not a fan from a mile away.
This is the same city that booed Santa Claus. The same city that had a court house underneath the old Veteran's Stadium for rowdy Eagles and Phillies fans. Seeing her with her family probably made it more enjoyable for the people to boo her.
I have never seen so many political signs at a game in my lifetime (albeit short in stature), nor have I ever known of one to be so politically charged.
The only thing I can think of is when President Bush threw out the first pitch for the Washington Nationals and there was a smattering of boos. But in Philly, it was a veritable cascade of boos that could be heard from Cheltenham to Chester.
This would have been different at a Dallas Stars, Nashville Predators, or a Phoenix Coyotes game—at least those cities are in decidedly red states.
I kind of felt bad for the kids. When was the last time they were ever booed? Or used to shield more boos?
Granted, among all this there were a few cheers, but you would think there would be more considering she had some of her kids with her.
For a team nicknamed the Broad Street Bullies, you would expect the fans would act accordingly to someone they did not like. And when they did, that was not surprising—what was surprising is that Snider decided to go along with this.
And still, after all the dust has settled, I cannot keep from asking myself: What was he—and for that matter, she thinking?