“Every picture tells a story, don’t it?”
It was the best of times…Philadelphia Eagles fans
It was the worst of times…New England Patriots Fans
I got to Fat Pigs Sports Bar in time to grab the next to last bar stool. The seat next to me was the only one left. A man came in and asked me if anyone was sitting there.
Everyone else was wearing something that indicated that they were an Eagles fan. His shirt said, Just Do It. So I said, “That depends. What team are you rooting for?” He said the Eagles, so I offered him the seat. Roger was from Uganda, and had lived for a short while in New York, and then went to school in Minnesota. It made for interesting conversation.
The Eagles were having a dream season until their quarterback, Carson Wentz, got hurt and the dream became a nightmare. Then the backup quarterback, Nick Foles, rose to meet the challenge, and the dream continued all the way to Super Bowl LII. The Eagles scored first and led for most of the game. The dream was very much alive. Then, a few hours later, the Patriots had the ball with just seconds remaining in the game. They were trailing by 5 points and everyone knew what was coming next, a Hail Mary pass to the end zone. Sure enough, on the last play of the game, the Patriots had their giant receiver, Gronkowski, standing in the end zone, with a swarm of little green men surrounding him. Tom Brady threw a perfect pass that was headed right for the outstretched hands of the mountain, who towered over his defenders. But Eagles can fly. The swarm flew up and batted the football away from the big man. The Eagles won the Super Bowl 36 – 31, and Nick Foles was voted the MVP. Pennsylvania was party town.
I stuck around for the after party, but after a while my camera got a little drunk and started taking some very blurry pictures, so I knew it was time to go home.
Congratulations to the Philadelphia Eagles. This season, you gave all of us in Pennsylvania an opportunity to fly like an eagle. Thanks.
Peace & Love, and all of the above,