The bowls are filled with chips; the hoagies are en route from the local sandwich joint. The beer will be cold and the wings will be hot. And 20 desperate Eagles fans will gather in my living room to live and die with each play in today’s Super Bowl.
This is unchartered territory for us. In Philly, we’re used to getting together for the Super Bowl just like everyone else. But it usually an opportunity to check out new commercials and lament another year without our Iggles in the big game. Today is definitely different. Everywhere you look in the Tri-State area, Eagles green dominates. The nuns are sporting Eagles paraphernalia for Christ’s sake. Homilies are being devoted to the event in Catholic Churches.
It’s been 21 long, depressing, frustrating years since we last tasted Championship glory when the 76ers won the NBA Championship in 1983. Hell, I was so young that I had to ask permission to stay up past my bedtime to watch the games. In the years since ’83, we have endured some lean years, and tantalizingly close calls with sports’ great prizes. An entire city; heck and entire region, is chewing their fingernails to nub hoping this is our year. The Patriots will be a tough opponent, and the Eagles will be hard pressed to beat them. But we have faith. This has to be our year. I mean, hasn’t Boston had enough good shit happen to them? 2 Super Bowls and a World Series in the last 3 years. Give me a break. We’re dying here in Philly!!!
So, whether you are a fan with only a passing interest, or a Giants fan who would rather see a team of prisoners beat the Eagles, please put your animosities aside for one day. Philadelphia, despite our surly reputation, is a city of passionate, die-hard fans who deserve (yes, deserve) to feel #1, even if for just one glorious day in February.Powered by Sidelines