This was my ‘Fourth and Long’ column from Sept 26, 2007 and can be found in its entirety here.
I am not African-American.
Nor am I familiar with the unspoken racism that Donovan McNabb has experienced over a lifetime.
The looks. The cold shoulders. The lack of respect. All because of the color of his skin.
So when Donovan McNabb says that he lives under additional pressures that white quarterbacks don’t experience, I’m going to have to take his word for it.
But I did grow up in Philadelphia so it is with some level of familiarity that I state: Donovan is missing the point on the criticism that he is currently receiving. At least the criticism he is receiving in the City of Brotherly Love.
Philadelphia fans boo. That’s what we do. When we don’t like something, we boo. And when you’ve gone 9-12 in your last 21 starts, you’re going to get booed when you don’t play well.
For the record, other cities boo their teams, too. In the past few weeks, I have heard booing in New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, St. Louis and New Orleans to name but a few. So let’s remember that Philadelphia isn’t the only place that boos its teams.
We have simply honed to an artform.
That’s not to say that Philadelphia fans don’t cheer.
We do.
We’ve cheered Donovan McNabb. A lot.
We’ve also cheered Bill Bergey. Wilbert Montgomery. The Broad Street Bullies. Joe Frazier. Tug McGraw. And, believe it or not, Pete Rose.
Why? Because they gave it their all on the field. Every game. Every down.
You don’t have to win. But you need to be courageous.
That’s why Rocky is the the ultimate Philly sports story. Allen Iverson leading the outgunned Sixers to the NBA Finals and winning the first game? That was courageous. And that is what Philadelphians love.
Rollie Massimino and Villanova knocking off Georgetown? That is Philadelphia.
What McNabb fails to understand is Philly fans believe he has let us down.
Three consecutive NFC Championship losses.
The first year against the Rams was okay. That was a heroic loss. But the losses to the Buccaneers and Panthers were games we were favored to win.
Losing in the Super Bowl wasn’t as bad as how we lost. Remember the fourth quarter? All the precious time ticking away as McNabb vomited on the field from nerves.
I hate to say this, but McNabb lacks the heart of a champion.
Yeah, we threw snowballs at Santa Claus. Yeah, we cheered Michael Irvin’s career-ending injury. And as was once famously written, we would have booed Christ when he dropped the cross.
It’s not that we have to win every game or every championship (though one would be nice). But we want our athletes to be heroes.
And good or bad, McNabb is not a hero.