You Boston fans are spoiled. There, I said it.
This place is home to the Super Bowl champs (going for three out of four) the recently crowned World Series champs (six in all), the 16-time NBA champs, and the five-time Stanley Cup champs.
So if you add that up, it's 29 championships. You guys claim that life is hard when you're a Boston fan because Red Sox this or Red Sox that.
Have you ever heard of Philadelphia? The Sixers have three titles, the Flyers have two, the Phillies have one, and the Eagles have zilch. Add that up and it equals as many championships for one city as the Red Sox have alone.
No wonder the Patriots are so boring. Winning is old hat here. Bill Belichick takes the word fun out of funambulism (tightrope walking ... duh). I've seen Amish people with more flair (I know, I was born in Lancaster, PA). The Patriots are wicked hardcore boring.
Boston doesn't understand. Philadelphia lives and dies with the Eagles the same way Boston lives and dies with the Red Sox. I know Philly Fans have a bit of a mean streak (throwing snowballs at Santa Claus, booing Hall-of-Famer Mike Schmidt, cheering Michael Irvin's career ending injury, throwing batteries at J.D. Drew). But do you think we're angry fans because we're just surly people? No. We're angry because we've been victimized by futility from our favorite teams for so many years.
We crave success. It's such a new feeling to see our team doing so well that we're reveling in the moment. From all reports, the night after the win over the Falcons was just a big party. People were hugging random people simply because they were wearing a green jersey (and that's saying a lot if you've ever seen some of the people from South Philly). Some fans didn't make it home from the Sunday afternoon game until Monday evening. Everyone was celebrating.
And don't try and tell me that Andy Reid's Gatorade shower was premature. We haven't been to the Super Bowl in 24 years and prior to that it was 21 years since an appearance in the NFL Championship. At this rate, we won't be back to the big game for something like 30 years.
How do I get to celebrate? With a bunch of spoiled brats for fans who keep telling me that my team has no chance in hell. Could I have picked a worse city to attend college? Well yes. But this is ridiculous. I've waited my whole life to see this team make the Super Bowl and who's the opponent? None other than the hometown favorite.
I'm getting attacked left and right by this city. The track team won't stop singing the Patsies' praises. Of course these are the same guys that said Philly couldn't beat Minnesota. My own roommate keeps reminding me to enjoy the moment, because on Sunday, it'll all be over. He won't even let me pretend that the Eagles will win on Sunday.
At least the Eagles fans are starting to come out of the woodwork. Slowly but surely, you can see the knit hats, baseball caps, and the t-shirts showing up. It was great to see a kid in Dewick wearing a Randall Cunningham jersey.
I also must commend the guys who painted the cannon. And since you Pats fans will probably change it by the time this paper is printed, it said "Go Eagles" and "Kearse the Pats." The numbers of Dawkins, Trotter, Runyan, and others were a nice touch too. But guys, Kelly green? We haven't been that shade of green since 1995.
I could easily go home this weekend and watch my Iggles pound the Patsies while eating a hoagie from Wawa (a sub from a local convenience store). But most of my friends are at school and I have a track meet on Saturday. So I'm stuck watching the Birdies with you guys.
My own roommate won't even be here to gloat about how well his team is playing. He most likely will be going to the Super Bowl. He's so New England-biased that I'm going to have to twist his arm just to convince him to buy me an Eagles t-shirt from the game.
Well if that's the way it has to be, so be it. I've been waiting for this Sunday so long that I don't care who I watch the game with. Besides, it'll be fun to have somebody to jeer at when the Eagles win the game. Get ready for Sunday folks. I'll be bleeding green and Boston will simply be bleeding when the Eagles destroy the Pats "dynasty."
