Meet JJ, our resident satirist, Flyers diehard, and a man who knows toxic relationships all too well. He’s had his fair share of them, but none have been as enduring (or as painful) as his on-again, off-again saga with the Philadelphia Flyers. From preseason hope to playoff heartbreak, JJ’s been there through it all, sticking around like a true glutton for punishment. This turbulent relationship has survived it all: wild winning streaks, brutal slumps, questionable trades, and endless playoff heartbreaks. For far too long, JJ’s been caught in a cycle of preseason optimism and end-of-season disappointment that only a true Philly fan could handle.

With a closet full of orange and black, an encyclopedic knowledge of Flyers history, and a sarcastic edge sharpened by years of shattered hopes, JJ brings fans the highs, lows, and gut punches of every game. Known for calling it as he sees it (whether fans want to hear it or not), JJ might be the only guy who loves this team enough to roast it on the regular. Stick around as he covers each crushing defeat and unexpected win with the wisdom of a battle-scarred veteran and the stubborn loyalty of a true Philadelphian. Because if there's one thing JJ knows, it’s that in the end, he’ll always come crawling back to the Flyers—whether he wants to or not.

When Tyles' grandfather emigrated from Maida, Calabria, Italy, he most likely had no idea that he would one day have a grandson who would one day fall victim to the ultimate virus: Philadelphia sports fandom. While intelligent and well informed by most metrics, he has been quite the victim of false prophets over the years. Jerome McDougle, Kevin Kolb, Dominic Brown, Nick Pivetta, Ben Simmons, Markelle Fultz, and not to mention countless free agents.  All players who would push his teams to the next level. Unfortunately he will believe again and never truly stop.

While being way too overly invested in all 5 main sports, his favorite team among the bunch is the Phillies. You can tell the level of perversion that exists within someone who lives and dies with the losingest franchise in sports history. Philadelphia sports remain the ever present, painful siren in his life. For who? We’re not sure. For what? He questions that on an almost daily basis.  A quarter century of fandom filled with substantially more pain than joy, but he sticks with it because…we will always get ’em next year.

Meet Charley Lancaster, Philadelphia’s resident sports nut and third-generation Eagles season ticket holder, who’s been bleeding green since birth. They’re not your average fan—they’re a historian of heartbreak, well-versed in Philly’s near-misses and almost-glories. With opinions sharper than a blitzing safety and a knack for Eagles trivia that might just border on obsession, Charley can talk football like nobody’s business (seriously, they’ll talk your ear off). When they’re not riding the highs and lows of game day, they unwind with Philly’s other teams—because sometimes you just need a relaxing pastime, like watching the Phils blow a lead.

Off the field, Charley dabbles in fine cheese, a hobby that’s only slightly at odds with their ‘tailgate with the best of them’ vibe. And though they never trained for the spotlight, they’ve become a filthy casual fan of the UFC—thanks in part to a pandemic-born obsession with MMA. Equal parts diehard fan and cheese connoisseur, Char’ is here to bring you all the Philly sports you love, with a side of gouda puns and unfiltered takes.