September 12, 2016 |
Bill Lyon is a retired Inquirer sports columnist And still they come. Season after season. From venue after venue. Still they come. From venerable old Franklin Field, where, it is whispered, the ghosts of Chuck Bednarik and Steve Van Buren dance at midnight. From Veterans Stadium, where, it is whispered, human sacrifices were flung from the storied 700 Level. From Lincoln Financial Field, whose current residents await a merciful end to their suffering. And still they come.
July 19, 2016 |
MARION CAMPBELL, who starred on the Eagles' 1960 championship team and later was their head coach for three seasons, passed away Wednesday in Plano, Texas, the club announced Sunday evening. He was 87. Campbell, whose nickname was the "Swamp Fox," is the second former Eagles head coach to die in the last three weeks. Buddy Ryan, who replaced Campbell, died on June 28. "Marion Campbell will be missed by the Eagles community but also remembered for his spirited impact on our game," Eagles owner Jeff Lurie said in a statement.
October 20, 2015 |
The Eagles' rivalry that has produced some of the coolest moments in franchise history will be renewed Monday night at Lincoln Financial Field when Chip Kelly's team hosts the New York Giants. Think about the Giants and pleasant memories flood the mind with the force of a tsunami for Eagles fans. That photo of Chuck Bednarik standing over Frank Gifford is frozen into minds that did not even exist when the game-clinching play actually occurred. Both men are sadly gone now, Bednarik having passed in March and Gifford five months later.
October 5, 2015 |
On the bus over to Franklin Field, two Mungermen remembered how Penn's campus used to be crazy on Friday nights; how their coach, George Munger, would get his team out of there, taking over Philmont Country Club for the night. All the players got enormous steaks. "Except us Catholics ate scrambled eggs," said Ernie Prudente, Penn Class of 1951. "We almost cried. " Those were the days when Penn football dominated this city, leading the nation in attendance, dwarfing the local professional team in popularity, taking on the nation's best.
August 18, 2015
ISSUE | OVERSIGHT Libertarian la-la land It's always distressing to read trade analysis from any of the idealists who toil for the Cato Institute ("Tariffs key to successfully negotiating trade deals," Wednesday). To be a member of the clique, one must worship the mythical "free market. " For trade oversight, I'll stick with something I have some say over, Congress, and Cato's Simon Lester can trust the World Trade Organization, a multinational entity whose interest in doing what's right for the American people is suspect.
August 13, 2015 |
The most famous photograph in football history always had a story behind it. Before he died in March at 89, Chuck Bednarik loved to autograph copies of the photograph and tell the story, and before he died Sunday at 84, Frank Gifford used to flinch whenever he saw the photograph or heard the story. The photograph was taken by Sports Illustrated's John G. Zimmerman on Nov. 20, 1960, during the Eagles' 17-10 victory over the New York Giants at Yankee Stadium, and the image is eternal and visceral and stark in black-and-white: Bednarik standing erect and godlike, his right arm raised as if he is about to plunge a wooden stake into a vampire's heart, looming over Gifford's supine body.
August 11, 2015
WHEN NEWS BROKE that Frank Gifford had died yesterday at the age of 84, my friend Paul posted this on my Facebook page: "Frank better ask St. Peter to tell him where Concrete Charlie is hanging out, so he can steer clear. " That is how every Philadelphian who cares about football, and appreciates history, thinks about the man who participated, wholly against his will, in the most iconic gridiron photograph of all time. Paul is a Delco boy transplanted to Tennessee but green blood will tell: For us, Gifford exists as one of two men frozen in time and symbolic of the brutal warrior dance that football used to be. Of course, there was an awful lot more to the man's life than an unfortunate brush with Chuck Bednarik's cosmic greatness.
March 28, 2015 |
BETHLEHEM, Pa. - Despite a gray mist that clung to this city like grief, the South Bethlehem neighborhood where Chuck Bednarik grew up was visible from the second floor of Connell's Funeral Home on Thursday. Across a roiling Lehigh River, so too were the now-dormant smokestacks of the Bethlehem Steel foundry where the late Eagles legend's Slovak-born father had earned a hard living. Bethlehem said goodbye to Bednarik with a lengthy public viewing, a civic event that pointed out how much, at the end, Bednarik had in common with his faded industrial hometown.
March 24, 2015 |
I WAS 4 YEARS OLD and living in Virginia when the Eagles won the 1960 NFL championship, so I don't have any great memories of watching Chuck Bednarik play, as a center or a linebacker. But I do have a favorite Bednarik moment. It happened during the 50th anniversary celebration of that 1960 title. The team was hosting a dinner for the surviving vets, at the Linc. There was a red carpet outside, and players would emerge from cars to be greeted there by, among others, Swoop, the feathered mascot.
March 24, 2015
ANYONE WHO grew up in the Philadelphia area, no matter when you happened to be born, knows about "the hit. " If you need additional explanation, you must be a newcomer (either that, or you watch the "Godfather" trilogy on a loop). "The hit," the only one truly worth talking about in mythic terms, is the one that Chuck Bednarik put on Frank Gifford in the game between the Eagles and the Giants at Yankee Stadium on Nov. 20, 1960. I was born a year and two weeks later. Yet although biology insists that I wasn't even conceived at the time when Gifford was impersonating a log, I feel that moment as if I'd watched it in real time.