December 31, 1990 |
A group of guys from South Philly gather every Sunday morning to play football for three hours - rain, snow, or extremely low cloud cover, who can tell lately? The quarterback fades back to pass, dark shirts and light alike are almost lost in the mist near the Swedish Museum on Pattison Avenue.
September 29, 1989 |
The Eagles' 20-12 playoff loss to the Bears on New Year's Eve featured a fistful of Pro Bowl performers on both sides and opposing coaches with faces more recognizable than most vice presidents'. But the most memorable performance at Soldier Field was turned in by a Lake Michigan fog bank. Like Brigadoon melting away into the Scottish mist, the Eagles-Bears playoff contest disappeared under a soft gray shroud that made it, in one pundit's words, "the best game anyone never saw. " And to varying degrees, that included the participants.
January 4, 1989 |
It was editor and essayist John Trotwood Moore who coined the much-quoted aphorism,"Only the game fish swims upstream. " Moore would have admired WIP sportscaster Bill Campbell for taking to the air yesterday in defense of referee Jim Tunney and the other errant zebras who worked the Eagles' NFC playoff loss to the Bears in the fogbanks of Chicago's Soldier Field. From what I caught of the call-in show, Campbell would have been better off heeding the modifying clause of poet and humorist Ogden Nash, who said: "Only the game fish swims upstream.
January 3, 1993 |
For the fourth time in the last five seasons, the Eagles today will try to win an NFL playoff game, taking on the Saints, a dangerously worthy rival whose frustrations may exceed their own. That is saying something. It has been 12 years since the Eagles managed a victory in postseason play, their last three playoff ventures ruined by wretched luck, dubious game plans and horrendous execution. There was the infamous "Fog Bowl" of 1988, when a viscous cloud seeped into Soldier Field on little cat feet and limited visibility to about 11 yards the rest of the day. It helped the Bears take a 20-12 victory.
September 29, 1989 |
The Eagles and Bears did not know they were about to be enveloped by history. How could they? All they knew was that they were playing a football game as emotional, frantic and taut as they could ever imagine. Playoff football. Then, slowly, endlessly, the fog poured in, a great tidal wave of thick, creeping mist. And transformed a meaningful game into something legendary. Minutes before halftime, with the Bears ahead, 17-9, the fog crept on millions of little cat feet off the shores of Lake Michigan and over Soldier Field's south end zone, settling comfortably on the field and reducing the field of vision to, at most, 30 yards.
May 15, 2007
So,how do you think a game would end if one team had Ron Jaworski at quarterback, Wilbert Montgomery at running back and Dick Vermeil on the sideline and the other had Rodney Peete at QB, Ricky Watters at RB and Ray Rhodes calling the shots. If you favored the first group, you would be right. In Game 1 of the "Best of the Nest," aired last night on WIP (610-AM), the 1980 Eagles beat the 1995 Eagles, 21-7, at Veterans Stadium. "Best of the Nest" is a fantasy tournament of the six best teams in Eagles history.
October 3, 2008 |
Eagles career: His time here ran parallel to coach Buddy Ryan, from 1986 through '90. Statistically, his impact was greatest in 1986, when he was third on the team with 112 tackles, and in '87, when he was second to Andre Waters in tackles with 100. But he's best remembered for his jarring tackles that often laid out receivers on the Vet carpet. Eagles memory: "It was a great experience for me," he said. "I got an opportunity to play in one of the most dominant, complicated defenses that I've ever played in. It was a good fit for me. I liked the style of defense that Buddy ran. " His children were born here, he added, and he fondly recalls his time living in the Villanova area.
October 3, 1989 |
No blanket of fog found its way onto Soldier Field this time. No referee's piercing vision left the Eagles lost in the clouds. They did not walk off the field boiling with the belief that they had played a better game than their conquerors, or that they had proven they could not be stopped. No, last night, these bubbly, bouncy, cocky Eagles just quietly walked off the field, kept to themselves and tried to forget their 27-13 manhandling by the Chicago Bears, the team that drowned their playoff dreams last season in the infamous Fog Bowl.
January 16, 2004 |
GO BEARS! That's the slogan I know. I grew up with the Super Bowl Shuffle. We're not here to start no trouble; we're just here to do the Super Bowl Shuffle. (I know the whole thing, but I'm too ashamed to admit it in public.) Mike Singletary. Walter "Sweetness" Payton. Jim McMahon. The Fridge. These are my childhood sports heroes. So when I moved to Philadelphia in February, to be perfectly honest, I had little interest in the Eagles. All I really knew was that my Bears beat the Eagles in the Fog Bowl and that the present incarnation of the Birds had just lost a heartbreaker to the Bucs.
January 19, 2003 |
I've been a diehard sports fan for most of my life. And I never thought I would say this. But in the big scheme of life, sports and the Eagles are a frivolous and trivial thing. I still like to watch sports, but my emotional investment in the game isn't near what it used to be. For most of my life, I lived and died with my favorite sports teams. I've gone into funks of near-depression for months after crushing losses such as Temple's loss to Duke in the 1988 NCAA East Regional Final, the Phillies' Black Friday loss to the Dodgers in the 1977 National League Playoffs and Joe Carter's home run in the 1993 World Series, or the Sixers' loss to Portland in the 1977 NBA Finals, or the Eagles' loss to the Bears in the 1988 Fog Bowl.