Here We Go Again

here we go again

Can you hear me now?

Maybe they're waiting for the 25th anniversary.

I'm pissed.

Okay, there always has to be a loser. And granted, it's usually Philadelphia. But this was bad. This was horrendous. It's one thing
to be beaten in a fair fight, but it's a whole other thing to be buggered ruthlessly in your own living room. I said before that the
Eagles had to play better than they did last week if they expected to win, and instead they played worse. McNabb looked worse than that spineless child of a Jets quarterback who cost me $50 last week. Thank God I didn't have any money on this one. I might be tempted to take it out of McNabb's 70 million dollar ass.

This is how it ends? This is the end of the line. It's all different from here, folks. The greedheads take over now, with a new
stadium and seats that most of us true Eagles fans would have to take out a second mortgage in order to afford. No more 700 level. No more boobirds. Philly's favorite song will scarcely be heard among the audience of VIP's and lawyers that will occupy the new home for the birds. The Eagles had one last chance to put on a show for the rest of us, but instead, they ran and hid. They let down an entire city that may never look at them the same way again.

I knew it might be bad. There was too much said, too much written. Everyone seemed to forget that they were talking about a
visiting team with the highest-ranked defense in the league and the highest rated quarterback in the conference. We spent a week taunting a serial rapist and then invited him in for tea. Now I find myself watching championship bowling highlights just to avoid revisiting the pain and humiliation from earlier today.

It's not over. The Eagles will be back in this same place for the next four or five years. They may even make it to the big dance. They may even win it. But it won't be the same. This was the last chance for any ol' Joe to see it live. To tailgate and fight and scream and rejoice. Instead, there is only remorse and disgust, and the sad knowledge that the Eagles aren't our team anymore. They're just playing for the rich folks now. They join the Flyers and Sixers as teams that you only go see if somebody gives you a ticket as a gift.

We've got one more year of the Phillies at the Vet. Maybe we've got a chance at one last hurrah. If not, we may forever remember the end of true sports in Philadelphia with a painful, bitter embarassment of a football game.

It was cold out there today, but the wrong team froze.