“You’re the nicest Eagles fan I’ve ever met.”
Uhhhh, that’s the sentiment whenever I tell someone that I’m a Philadelphia Eagles fan ever since I’ve moved to Florida (circa 2001). Granted, the City of Brotherly Love has a bad reputation for poor sportsmanship, being a bit over the top, and just generally rowdy. Are some of those things true? Absolutely. But, ever since my team made it to the Super Bowl, there seems to be this general disdain of Eagles fans that kinda annoys me.
I grew up in a blue collar town, York, PA. York has the distinction of being a bit more Maryland than other parts of the state as Baltimore is the closest sports town to it (Sorry Harrisburg, the Senators don’t count). There were/are a lot of Ravens fans that populate the city ever since they defected from Cleveland. Worse, there are a loud contingent of Redskin fans there, plus your normal Cowboy bandwagon fans. Alas, as an Eagles fan, I was pretty much outnumbered growing up.
I didn’t care. I loved my Eagles as a kid. Randall Cunningham was a God among men as our starting QB is the late 80’s and early 90’s. We had the mean green defense in Jerome Brown and Reggie White. Those Eagles teams, led by the nastiest SOB you’d ever meet in Buddy Ryan, those teams were a force. Make it to the playoffs? You betcha. Actually win anything – not so much.
Then it all went downhill with the Rodney Peete days. God, those were some miserable days. As the 90’s kept moving and the dynasties shifted from the 49er’s to the Cowboys, it was a miserable time to wear green. Hell it still kind of is.
Enter Donovan McNabb. Ohh, Eagles fans weren’t pleased with his selection, as he wasn’t the name that a certain pot head from Texas was. But me, no I followed McNabb at Syracuse. “Dad, this guy is good,” I told my old man. Don’t worry, he’ll vouch for me. He’s a soulless Browns fan.
Sure enough, McNabb brought back some of the good times. A bunch of NFC Championship games, even a Super Bowl appearance against the Patriots at the start of 2005. Sure, we lost, but we were there. Maybe our luck was due to change.
So, here we are, thirteen years removed from our last Super Bowl visit. We’ve lost our starting quarterback in Wentz, we haven;t had Darren Sproles in forever, Jason Peters is down for the count, and the world hates us. Oh yeah, the Super Bowl is in Minnesota, the host team the Vikings. The same Vikings the Eagles blitzed out of Philly two Sundays ago and whose fans got some unwelcomed brotherly love. Yeah, this should be fun.
I’m excited, giddy even. Do I think Nick Foles has a chance to beat Tom Brady? Sure, anything is possible. The defense is strong and the running game is good. I’m holding out hope for a score in the 24-17 range. I think that’s where the Eagles can win it.
So yeah, I’m an Eagles fan. You might hate me for that, but it’s cool. If you came over to my place, I’d hand you a beer and grill you a burger. Some of us are good and decent people who happen to love a team with a sorted history.
And yes, I’d disown Jakson is he ever roots for the Cowboys, Redskins, or Giants.
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