Bad seasons going unjeered
Frustrated fans denied the simple pleasure of booing their team
Drew Kanevsky, a New York Jets season-ticket holder since 2002, misses the familiar game day rhythms when the team is at home: putting on his trusty No. 74 Nick Mangold jersey; tailgating at Lot K1 at MetLife Stadium; and explaining nuances to his10-year-old son, Anthony, that the television feed doesn’t show.
But in this fraught NFL season in which fans have mostly been barred from stadiums because of public health concerns, Kanevsky finds himself pining for a cherished bygone ritual: booing his favorite team.
“More than you can understand,” said Kanevsky, 42, of Belleville, New Jersey. “Because I have no way to release my venom.”
The void Kanevsky feels is yet another consequence of a pandemic that has muted so many joyous occasions — buzzerbeating shots and game-winning field goals drilled in empty venues; the Stanley Cup awarded in Edmonton, Alberta, to a team from Tampa, Florida, that beat a team from Dallas — but also deprived the sporting world of a critical side of fandom: the collective venting.
Watching from home — “miserably,” Kanevsky said — as the winless Jets plod through the season, he has groaned, seethed, even changed the channel. Nothing, he said, has adequately replaced the “weird satisfaction” he derives from expressing his disapproval in person, surrounded by his people.
This sense of loss is being felt, maybe more than anywhere else across the NFL’s empire, along a section of the Northeast corridor. Jets and New York Giants fans — in a boon to their mental health, perhaps — are prohibited from attending games at MetLife all season. About 90 miles south, the slumping Philadelphia Eagles have been cleared to host 7,500 people — a small fraction of the normal crowd size — at Lincoln Financial Field beginning with Sunday’s game against the Baltimore Ravens.
In those parts, a general affinity for booing has collided with a grim answer to that old metaphysical question: If ugly football is played and no one is there to see it, yes, the results still count in the standings.
In the New York metropolitan area, the locus of NFL agony, the Jets and Giants are each 0-5, outscored by a combined 138 points, and their game film is best handled by a hazmat crew. The Eagles, at least, have won a game — but only one — and their demanding fan base treats the team’s record, 1-3-1, as a personal affront.
Booing is a basic human need in Philadelphia, less an impulsive reaction for its sports fans than a state of mind. Eagles fans proudly admit to booing draft picks who’ve never played a down. But booing is also an expression of love — an accountability check of sorts — and without it, some fans are feeling unmoored.
“I’m a lifelong Philadelphian; this is in my blood,” said Stephanie Ruggeri, 47, an Eagles season-ticket holder for 23 years. “The booing, really, comes from a place of, ‘We know you can be doing better than this.’ It’s not so much like, ‘We hate you as a person.’ ”
So far, about half of the NFL’s 32 teams have allowed fans in their stadiums at diminished capacities. The seats are often filled by cardboard cutouts of fans, and the television networks have been playing prerecorded crowd noises to mask the eerie quiet for viewers at home. During a game in the second week of the season in Philadelphia, Fox, perhaps catering to its audience, occasionally sprinkled in some catcalls after Eagles quarterback Carson Wentz threw an incompletion or interception.
Philadelphia lost that game but for many fans, a more embarrassing indignity befell the Eagles the next week when coach Doug Pederson sent out the punt team on fourth-and-12 from the Cincinnati 46-yard line late in overtime, effectively conceding a tie.
“I really feel that if fans were in the stadium, the rain of boos that would have come down would have made him secondguess that decision,” said Eric Emanuele, 38, of Clinton, New Jersey, whose family has had Eagles season tickets for nearly 30 years. “To not be able to voice your displeasure in that moment — oh, absolutely, that’s something that hurts.”
Booing is “a way to communicate fitting in,” said Christian End, a social psychologist at Xavier University who studies sports fans’ behavior, “even though, you know, quite frankly, the athlete or whoever isn’t going to hear you from the last row of the stadium.”
On some level, Kanevsky realizes this. It isn’t as if, he lamented, coach Adam Gase is going to resign just because Jets fans angered by his play-calling or the team’s (lack of ) execution are yelling at him from behind the benches. But thousands of like-minded fans, as paying customers, have a strong voice. At stadiums, they have a direct conduit to objects of their ire, an opportunity to provide immediate feedback. That release now goes unfulfilled.
“I don’t want to boo; I want to go there and cheer when they win,” Kanevsky said. “But how else can we tell them that this is mind-numbingly frustrating? That’s all we have. When it’s third-and-7 and he runs a 2yard out, what am I going to do? I have to tell them. They have to hear that.”