Philadelphia sports fans, you guys need to calm down the fuck

I have lived in the Philadelphia area for the past five years. I’ve come to love this city, the people who live there and the teams that are at the heart of what Philly really is. In fact, I own significantly more athletic apparel from Philadelphia than I do for Houston. But as a Houston native and someone with a tattoo of the Astros logo, there was no way I could turn my back on my Stros this week.

My family warned me not to wear Astros gear until the series was over, especially since I’m a 5ft 2 woman weighing 105lbs, but I defended the city and said I was one of them and they wouldn’t hurt me. Now I’m starting to realize that some of the clich├ęs I’ve defended for years might actually be true.

“These total strangers felt they had the right to touch my body, harass me and even threaten my safety just because of the clothes I was wearing.”

This World Series was a wild ride with ups and downs for both teams. The Astros came into the World Series with a perfect postseason, defeating both the Mariners and the Yankees. On the other hand, thanks to MLB’s postseason expansion, the Phillies narrowly made the playoffs and surprised the world with their outstanding performance.

For the first two games, I flew to Houston to watch the Phils and the ‘Stros start that dream streak. As someone who enjoys a little bit Out of encouragement, I wore both teams’ attire throughout my stay, but at the bars I was decked out in my powder-blue Phillies jersey. I got a bit of a heat from the Houston fans for that, but nothing but a little friendly banter and everyone was in a good mood.

On the night of Game 6 of the 2022 World Series, I went out to cheer on my Astros at a bar on South Street, proudly wearing my Astros hat and t-shirt.

When I went to the bar after finding a parking spot, I was approached several times by people spitting profanity at me and the game hadn’t even started yet. Realizing that this might be getting a little more heated than I’d like I decided to go to a bar that was mostly empty, but it got worse from there.

The friend I was dating begged me not to cheer for the Astros and to sit quietly and watch, and while I felt it was wrong to expect of me, I did.

For the duration of the game, people would come up to my table and pull my shirt and tell me to take it off and knock my hat off my head and kick it across the room. As bad as that sounds, it’s not even what scared me. Two different grown men approached me at different times during the game and told me straight out that if the Astros won they would find me to “beat the shit out of me”.

These total strangers felt they had the right to touch my body, harass me, and even threaten my safety just because of the clothes I was wearing.

I am shocked, but most of all I am heartbroken. How could Philadelphia let me down like this?

For me, this streak was filled with love and friendly play as my heart’s team played against my home team. I’m the first to understand that emotions are at play when your team plays. But when does a healthy sport like baseball become a reasonable excuse for treating another human being as inferior?

Philadelphia, you let me down. If the Phillies had won, I would have been climbing poles next to you on Broad Street. While I never expected you to celebrate my team’s win with me that night, the world seems to know you better than I ever did.

Daniyyel Macy is the wife of Executive Sports Editor Evan Macy and an occasional contributor to PhillyVoice. she can be followed here on Twitter.


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