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It was the c-bomb heard around the country.
During Sunday’s wild-card game between Philadelphia and Green Bay, a male Eagles fan called a female Packers fan something really nasty: a “dumb c–t.”
In other words, it was the Lord’s Day in Philadelphia during football season.
If you’ve spent any time attending a pro sports game in the City of Brotherly “Love,” you know some name-calling and maybe even a little violence is traditional fare. Philly fans have long been dogged by a terrible reputation — much of it earned and well-documented.
In 2025, a lot of the terrible behavior no longer acceptable, though it still happens.
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This time, the episode was caught on video and disseminated by content creator Alexander Basara, whose fiancée, Ally Keller, was on the receiving end of the vile rant.
“Packers twitter, help me out and find this guy … this is not okay,” Basara captioned the offensive video on X.
People were outraged and many dug in to find this monster in an Iggles jacket, all while praising Basara.
Very quickly, the abusive fan was identified as Ryan Caldwell. In a wild twist, he worked at a DEI firm. (Hey, maybe he’s inclusive and equitable in his approach to who he insults.)
As punishment for acting like a pig, the Eagles slapped a lifetime ban on Caldwell. For good measure, he was also fired from his job.
The lunacy summed up in one TMZ headline read like satire: “Eagles fan who dropped c-word on Packers supporter fired from DEI consulting job.”
People on X cheered. Another scalp! Our national nightmare was over. Caldwell, who none of us knew from Adam’s house cat, was unemployed. It was a win for civility.
Basara, meanwhile, was hailed as a gentleman. After all, he showed restraint while videoing the harassment of his fiancée. Good men are hard to find, you know.
But I fail to find any heroes in this story.
Both parties stink. One is a foul-mouthed man child; the other, an enthusiastic participant in our pervasive snitch culture, where crowds revel in the outing and cancellation of strangers for a few seconds of terrible anti-social behavior — usually offered with little context.
The mob claims the moral high ground. But why did Basara need Packers social media to “find” a man sitting right behind him?
If he was so concerned about what he later called a “dangerous situation,” he could have flagged down one of the many ushers or security guards to deal with the altercation in the moment. Or simply send he footage to stadium security for the team to handle, as they eventually did.
But c’mon, Basara wasn’t (just) interested in resolution or safety. Widespread humiliation was the real intent.
He wanted to ruin a man for the high crime of being a mouthy, rude jerk. He did his own twist on “internet, do your thing” — a widely used phrase which is inherently malicious and designed to incinerate strangers.
This episode underscores how social media has warped our ability or inclination to deal with conflict in the moment, instead deferring to internet justice, which is swift, absent all the facts and usually resulting in total ruination.
Basara, a content creator, was looking for content.
Followers even crowd-funded his trip, as Basara bragged about past run-ins and asked Packers fans to “Send me into the belly of the beast. I’ve done it multiple times repping the Packers proud, and I am fully ready to do it again, I’ve been cursed at, stuff thrown at me, and even my first ever cheesehead ripped off my head and thrown into a fire bin while supporting my team in Philly. But I’m sure as hell not scared to do it again.”
Basara wasn’t scandalized by bad behavior as much as he was ready for it.
As for what actually happened before Caldwell started dropping c-bombs on Keller? It’s unclear, but he apologized and said it was “not without provocation.”
This is not a defense of the lout. He was not only wrong, he was a first class idiot: impulsive and vulgar. Actions have consequences, but consequences should fit the crime. He did not break the law.
The more we blow up daily altercations into worldwide entertainment, the worse it is for all of us. You’ll be cheering it, until you might unwittingly find yourself facing the online firing squad — for something that occurred on your worst day.
