Philadelphia, PA – July 24, 2025
The city that never stays silent went quiet today.
News of Hulk Hogan’s passing at age 71 didn’t just send shockwaves through the wrestling world — it hit home in Philadelphia. Because long before he was a two-time Hall of Famer, a global icon, or a reality TV star, Hulk Hogan was one of us. A proud, unapologetic fan of the Philadelphia Eagles.
And today, Eagles Nation mourns a brother.
For decades, Hogan was the face of a movement. He didn’t just entertain — he redefined what it meant to believe in something bigger. With every leg drop and every roar of “Whatcha gonna do, brother?”, he became more than a wrestler. He became a symbol of heart, grit, and relentless energy. The same things this city wears on its chest every Sunday.
But what made Hogan special here wasn’t just the gold belts or the sold-out arenas. It was the way he showed up for this team — even when cameras weren’t rolling. Fans still remember seeing him in Section 119, wrapped in midnight green, cheesesteak in hand, screaming his lungs out during the NFC Championship. He wore that jersey like he wore his bandana: loud, loyal, and full of fight.
“If I wasn’t in the ring,” he once said, “I’d be in the Linc, screaming for Philly. That’s real.”
Today, the Eagles released a statement that echoed across the city:
“He was larger than life in every ring — and every fourth quarter. Our thoughts are with the family of a true warrior, and a true Eagle.”
The tributes poured in. Jason Kelce called him “the embodiment of Philly toughness.” Brandon Graham reposted an old photo of Hogan in an Eagles jacket with the caption: “He never forgot where his heart was.” Fans laid signs outside Lincoln Financial Field that read: “Fly High, Brother!”
Because here in Philly, we don’t just cheer for greatness. We remember those who bled green with us — even from another arena.
And while the city will roar again this Sunday, something will feel different. Somewhere beyond the clouds, a 6-foot-7 warrior with a handlebar mustache is watching kickoff, flexing for the heavens, and shouting one last time:
“Fly Eagles Fly… and whatcha gonna do when Philly runs wild on you?”
Rest easy, legend. You were always one of us.
Stay tuned to ESPN.
