There is a moment when you know, Tiki Barber discovers. When the idea, lurking unspoken in your subconscious, suddenly is fully formed, and you can put words to it. Barber is standing in the end zone at Philadelphia's Lincoln Financial Field before the Sept. 17 game against the Eagles, waiting in line with the other New York Giants running backs to practice short pass routes. […]Oh, snap. Did Tiki Barber just admit that Eagles fans pushed him over the edge? We think he did. It's right there. The "moment" when Tiki first knew was here in Philadelphia. As ignominious taunts rained down from the stands at the Linc, Tiki reached his breaking point. He’d had enough. Tiki quit, and therein abruptly abandoned both his fans and his team.
In the stands the green-clad Philly fans are shouting their usual stream of profane invective at the Giants, warning of impending violence, singling out Barber in particular. Barber looks at the mob, the men in their Trotter jerseys, the boys in their McNabbs, and doesn't feel a thing.
"You know what?" he says to Finn, his best friend on the team. "I'm done."
So say what you will about Eagles fans — some call them vile, hate-filled, classless drunks — but, wow… when they set their minds to something, they can accomplish pretty much anything.
And by that we mean, we’ve yet to see a man whose spirit they can’t break.
Eagles fans: Crass? Yes. Inappropriate? You bet. But effective — oh so effective [Sports Illustrated (subscription)]
On the whole, they’d rather not be in Philadelphia [Philadelphia Will Do]