My wife just laughs at me. After last week's debacle, I swore off the Eagles for the 246th time. I told her "screw them, I'm playing golf next Sunday! They don't deserve my loyalty anymore!"
After nearly 40 years of living and often dying by the green sword, I'd thought this was really the end, but my wife knew better. So she wasn't the least bit surprised when I told her to PLEASE record the game and don't tell me what happened! This call was preceded by a text from Billy, my fellow sucker, er, Eagles fan. " Looks like we may have a late Xmas present, Go Eagles!"
After fulfilling some post-golf obligations, always sending a scout ahead to make sure there was no TV or readio turned on to spil the outcome, I arrived home. I settled into my my customary viewing ritual at about 9pm, Mountain Standard Time. I caught the Fox wrap up of the previous games and knew the scoop- Win, and In!
So there I sat. I was warned not to be my usual maniacal self, as the kiddos where all sleeping, and the neighbors would surely call the police if I performed my usual top of the lungs, obscenity laced, Reid bashing, antics. So I stuffed a hand towel in my mouth and sat there like a slightly less bald Jerry Tarktanian. Muffled, but just as intense.
Luckily for my kids and neighbors, it was over soon after it began. by mid second quarter, I was like a giddy over-tired kid that got to stay up late for the first time, laughing and giggling and hugging my wife way too hard. I watched every snap and relished in listening to Troy and Joe lament the final meltdown of "America's Team". After the game was over, I watched the highlights on both ESPN and the NFL Network. Then I spent a half-hour reading "Blogging with the Boys". Christmas did, indeed, come three days late! I fell into bed at about 1:30 am, but didn't fall asleep until 3.
I'll be strappin' it on again next weekend, with the sting of the Skins loss but a distant memory. But there will be no tape delay, no sir! I'm back on the bandwagon, for the 247th time!