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The Good Chair Goes to……
Kyle Schwarber… buddy… get in the Good Chair. No, seriously, we’ve got the cushions warmed up, the armrest…
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WHO’s That Sitting in the Good Chair?! It’s a Local Legend
This week’s Good Chair Award goes to a man whose name is practically stitched into the seams of…
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No More Snowballs at Santa?!? Let’s Make Sure of That.
Let me say this up front: I one million percent believe the Philadelphia Eagles should build a dome.Not…
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The Savannah Bananas Took Over Philly — But Did They Deliver the Moment We Wanted?
The Savannah Bananas Took Over Philly — But Did They Deliver the Moment We Wanted?Note from the author:…
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The Good Chair Found Its Owner. Pitchers, Look Away!
Every now and then, a player gets so red-hot, so locked in, so terrifyingly dialed, that it stops…
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Philly’s Hellish NFL Schedule Exposed: Why This Season Could Make or Break the Eagles
Philly didn’t just get a schedule this year. Nah. What the NFL handed the Eagles was more of…
Recliner Rants
This is where the takes coming in faster than a Zack Wheeler fastball and land harder than a SEPTA bus hitting a pothole on Broad Street. From the nosebleeds at the Linc to the folding chairs at the Little League fields, if it’s got a whistle, a scoreboard, or a fan yelling “ARE YOU KIDDIN’ ME?”, it’s fair game.
Now let’s get one thing straight — this ain’t ESPN. I’m not breaking news. I don’t have sources. I’m not slipping into press conferences or texting beat writers. I’m just a guy on his recliner, watching the games like the rest of you and yelling at the TV like it can hear me.
This is a fun blog. It’s for fans who love Philly sports and all the chaos that comes with them — the highs, the heartbreaks, the bad trades, the miracle wins, and the parking lot arguments that go on way too long. Whether we’re talking about the Eagles’ play calling, the Sixers’ front office soap opera, or the dad at tee-ball acting like he’s managing Game 7 of the World Series, we’re gonna have some fun with it.
So don’t expect scoops. Expect rants. Passionate, unfiltered, probably-too-emotional takes straight from the living room throne — because sometimes what happens off the field gets us more fired up than what’s happening on it.
Pull up a seat. Just not my seat. That’s the recliner.









