1968 Philadelphia Eagles Season

The 1968 Philadelphia Eagles season was their 36th in the league. They failed to improve on their previous output of 6–7–1, winning only two games. and being on target for an anti-perfect season at 0-11 until they won their twelfth game. The 1968 Eagles were the first team in the NFL proper to lose eleven consecutive games in one season since the their 1936 predecessors, though in the AFL the 1962 Oakland Raiders lost their first thirteen games.

Philadelphia sports fans are noted for their fervent devotion to their teams, leading to perennially high expectations. When Philadelphia teams fall short of expectations, their fans are not shy about voicing their displeasure. One of the most infamous incidents in Philadelphia sports history came at halftime of the final game of the 1968 season. After a dismal season, the Eagles were on their way to losing to the Minnesota Vikings. The Eagles had planned a Christmas pageant for halftime of the December 15 game, but the condition of the field was too poor. Instead, the team asked a fan dressed as Santa Claus to run onto the field to celebrate with a group of cheerleaders. The fans, in no mood to celebrate, loudly booed and threw snowballs at the fan.

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    It used to be said that, socially speaking, Philadelphia asked who a person is, New York how much is he worth, and Boston what does he know. Nationally it has now become generally recognized that Boston Society has long cared even more than Philadelphia about the first point and has refined the asking of who a person is to the point of demanding to know who he was. Philadelphia asks about a man’s parents; Boston wants to know about his grandparents.
    Cleveland Amory (b. 1917)

    At this season I seldom had a visitor. When the snow lay deepest no wanderer ventured near my house for a week or fortnight at a time, but there I lived as snug as a meadow mouse.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)