Taser Him!

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We all went to Philly for a game last year and couldn't have had a better time. The stadium was nice, the fans were happy, the beer was really cold, and there were smiles all around.

Yet this is a tough town, right? They are famous for booing Santa, cheering when Michael Irving laid motionless on the field, and even driving Mike Schmidt (their own Hall-of-Famer) so crazy that he wore a disguise to the field one night.

Yet the last couple of nights were truly bizarre. If you've been living under a rock, here's the recap: Tuesday night a 17-year-old ran onto the field and eluded security for awhile as the crowd cheered. One of the cops whipped out his taser gun and blasted the kid, who dropped like a wounded deer.

Fine. Dumb kid. Cops being threatened for use of excessive force. Of course there is a public debate as being hit with a taser might just kill you. Is that too much? Should they have just tackled the kid?

Let's move on, right?

Not in Philly...the very next night a fan makes a similiar jaunt. As he is making his way around the field, the compassionate fans of Philly have a chant instruction for the secuirty.

TASER HIM! TASER HIM! TASER HIM!

They cheer. When the man is brought down without use of the taser there is a collective groan.

Doesn't it make you wonder about what is entertaining? At least in Philly?

Tell me they wouldn't be cheering if some poor slob was being chased around by a lion.

The debate about what's a better sport football or baseball would be quickly rendered moot if there were a spectator sport in which the participants were under threat of real death.

You can't convince me that tickets wouldn't go for 10 times the market value if people were literally running for their lives.

Taser Him! Taser Him! Taser Him!

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