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Everyone has been to an Eagles game in their lifetime, but that first game as a child (or whatever age you may be) is unforgettable. My first game coincidentally was obviously at the vet in the 700 level, but indeed a cardinals game as well.
My first game is actually not the my most memorable (most cherished) as i would like because well i was a child. I can not produce much imagery in my head from the game, but i can easily give myself goosebumps with what i do remember.

I thought it was the best feeling i had as an Eagles fan until 2008 on Thanks Giving Day. I met up with BGN’s 700 Level who graciously invited me with his extra ticket. This day was not about 700level nor was it about me. This day was about an Eagles fan who traveled over 8,000 miles to watch his very first Eagles game in person. His girlfriend and friend accompanied him as well and equally supported the birds, but it was evident that this was Leon’s big day!

We met in the parking lot where we partook in the consumption of liquid to intensify our viewing pleasures. (No Homo)
Every great feeling you could think of was smashed into to one and elluminating from LeonSA’s face the entire time.
Pretend that you could combine how you felt when:

The first time you actually went home with a girl…
Opening Your Xmas Presents when you were 6 …
Punching your first cowboy fan in the face ( just for you double leg)…
Your first beer , or your first inhale ; ) …

I digress … This was obviously and most probably (awaiting confirmation) one of the greatest moments in his life. My mindset was focused on crushing the Cardinals the entire time we were in the parking lot, but honestly this was just another Eagles game under the belt for me as far as being there in attendance.

But when we started to walk towards the stadium… all those feelings i mentioned above had hit its peak and the intensity and excitement i saw from Leon, i will never forget… You would think the kid was starring at the gates of heaven…

Im not sure i will ever be able to replicate the emotion or situation but at that point and time, I had never been so proud to be an Eagles fan in my life. My pride was high and i mean high, but i felt like i hit a nirvana of Eagles Pride.

Fans like LeonSA are the reason we Bleed Green. Fans like LeonSA prove that we are not just a regular Fan base. It always hurts to take public stings from morons who go to far beyond sportsmanship, but thats what happens when your fan base is so large and so dedicated. The Eagles are my life. I dont Bleed Green on Sundays from Sep to Jan. I Bleed Green 24/7 365.

So in turn i would like to thank you Leon for proving me with the greatest “Eagles Memory” in my life. You are an Eagles Fan through and through and you make people like me proud to be an Eagles fan as your halfway across the world cheering for the same team and singing Fly Eagles Fly right along with me 8,000 miles away.

You indeed are the prime reason we are a BLEEDING GREEN NATION …

banning doubleg has been the eagles highlight of my day!

just got word that Tom McAllister is actually going to help us judge the contest.

For me, as with many birds fans, the triumph of finally winning the NFC Championship, after three miserable failures, has to take the cake. However, my journey to this game was one to remember. I have been a season ticket holder for over a decade. I was living outside of Syracuse when my sister and I first decided that season tickets were a solid way to make sure that the family got together on a regular basis – at least during the fall. I’ve got to hand it to her – it was pure genius. As you can imagine, I drove through some crazy weather living up in the great north coming to and fro games. This includes afternoons watching games in shorts and tee-shirt yet having to drive through blizzard conditions before I got home. You would think that when I moved to outside of Richmond the weather component of my eagles adventures would have mellowed a bit. Well… like all of eagles world, I woke on the morning of January 23, 2005 to find that the weather @#$*! had hit the fan. My wife, good lady that she is, tried to talk me out of going to the game, knowing that it was fruitless. I hopped in the car at around 6:30am and started up I-95. The road conditions were bad and getting worse. I picked-up my buddy Ben in DC and continued north. We noticed that between DC and Baltimore that we were the only car on the road – whatever, we were going to the game – there was no question. As we approached Harve de Grace, we saw a sign telling us that I-95 was closed. Hummmm…. bad sign. Fortunately, I had spent some time in the area and was fully aware that Rt. 40 paralleled I-95 through this area. We exited and took some random road over to Rt. 40. When we got over there the road is a ghost town and the road conditions sucked. We plow forth. We had several full on out of control moments through Aberdeen. Cal Ripken would have been appalled but hey – we’re not O’s fans so we weren’t giving-up. Fortunately, it seemed that road conditions got better after we got across the Susquehanna and we were able to get back over to I-95. We arrived in Wilmington in one piece and picked-up the rest of the gang. My sister had mercy on me and took the wheel from there. The rest of the day is a blur of bourbon and ecstasy (the emotion not the chemical). I remember watching pregame warm-ups. Michael Vick wondered over in front of our section and looked up to take in the crowd. We were down low and, being a UVA grad with a deeply rooted, solid hate for Virginia Tech, I had no choice but to holler "the hokies suck." Vick looked straight at me, pointed and nodded his head. I like to think that that day I got the best of that one. In the long run, well, we’ll see. I still can’t believe he is an eagle. Anyway, the game is history. My toes have thawed. The Birds rule. Now it is time for Kolb to take us back to the Promised Land and to do it right this time!

This guy was my English professor my freshman year at Temple. I’m a little disappointed that he never talk about the Eagles in class.

4 or 5 years ago I was visiting Lehigh in deciding on what college to go to. We had a big blue van and had just picked up a lawn mower rider and it was on a trailer on the back. We must of looked really hickish and then my dad pulled over because we were being followed by some amazing cars. The cars passed us pulled over and out stepped Jevon Kearse Jeremiah Trotter Michael Lewis Brian Dawkins and they all walked past my car and waved while I was practically in tears with joy!!! Good Times with my one visit to Lehigh.