Ahhh…Football

I can not begin to tell you how excited I am that football season is once again among us.  I mean, I have had one seriously craptastic summer dealing with knee surgery, but as of last night (W00T!  Eagles pre-season win!!) my joy has returned. 

What a year we’re going to have too…I mean, this is the Philly Dream Season (says a prayer to the football gawds not to jinx us because I said that).  Andy Reid has put together a dream team…we have Vick…who is, well, awesome…

Deshawn Jackson is back…

We’ve hired ourselves a defense!!

And a kicker!!

And we have this man – the man with the most tenure among NFL Coaches!! 

Let’s go Iggles!! 

Fly Eagles Fly, On The Road To Victory.
Fight Eagles Fight, Score A Touchdown 1-2-3.

Hit ‘Em Low.
Hit ‘Em High.
And We’ll Watch Our Eagles Fly.

Fly Eagles Fly, On The Road To Victory.

E-A-G-L-E-S, EAGLES!!!

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Do You Hear That Sucking Sound?

It’s my Philly Sports teams.  The Iggles GAVE AWAY the game to the Titans this past weekend.  And hey, what can I say about the Phils…at least I don’t have to sit on pins and needles through the World Series again this year.

Yeah.

At least they don’t stink as bad as the Broncos stank on Sunday.

Oh Yeah…

The Phils clinch AGAIN!  Four years baby!  My home team rocks!!!!!!  Go Phighting Phils!!!!!! 

In other words…totally swamped with work and school.  Promise a decent post soon.

It’s Gonna Be a LONG Season…

Dear Andy Reid,

You suck. Seriously. Your time management stinks. Your quarterback decisions suck big old stinky dung heaps.

No love,

Me

Dear Michael Vick,

You are not forgiven in my eyes. I do not respect you. But I will give you this, you did what you had to do yesterday. You at least made the game interesting. But seriously – if you have the ball in your hands, and no one is anywhere near you, and you are 20 yards away from the end zone, run for the damned touch down. Don’t just throw the ball. RUN! Like the law is after you! You’re familiar with that, right???

Less love,

Me

Dear Kevin Kolb,

I realize you were nervous…but seriously, you played like Betty White. Sorry about the concussion and all, but whoa – my granny played QB better than you.

Big sigh,

Me

Dear Donovan McNabb,

For the record, I never wanted to get rid of you. You are still my favorite quarterback – right up there with Peyton Manning. I’m sorry you got traded to the Deadskins. I want you back. I never Boo’ed you. Never. Congrats on the game last night…thanks for beating the Cowcraps. Even though you are with the Deadskins, I’ll still cheer for you. I’ve retired your Green #5 to our at home Hall of Fame.

Your biggest fan (next to your mamma),

Me

It’s gonna be a LONG season y’all.

Them’s Fighting Words

So, I noticed a post by my buddy Bluz over at Darwinfish2 today with a little hatin’ on my beloved Philadelphia sports teams.  Unacceptable.

Only Philly Phans can hate on Philly.

I shall remember this the next time I have a nice cold snowball to toss…I’ll just pretend old Bluz is Santa.

What Is Wrong With This Picture?

OK, so, McNabb was traded.  And that’s ok.  I’m sad…I was always a McNabb fan, and I always will be.  The beloved Green #5 still hangs in my closet, and will still be worn on jersey day at work.  I don’t care if he is a deadskin now.

But seriously Andy…the freaking DEADSKINS???  Which would have been fine, if we had actually GOTTEN SOMETHING IN RETURN.  But a couple of draft choices?????  And now all we have is Kolb?

Yep- that’s pretty much how confused he looks every time he’s on the field.  ::Sob::

With con-Vick-t as the backup?

Am I in a parallel universe?  Is this opposite week?

I couldn’t even post about this when it happened because I was distraught beyond words.  And for the record, I’m not distraught over l0sing McNabb (my Iggles hero will always be Jaws)…but that fact that we went from a playoff team to a re-building team in the space of two years.

First Dawk to the Broncos…

then Westbrook (although he spent more time injured than actually playing)

and now McNabb…let these guys retire as Iggles.  Seriously. 

And now Gocong to the Browns?  THE BROWNS?  Hello – can anyone say career death?

Andy Reid…it’s time for you to go.  You’ve done great things…but now, not so much anymore.

The only thing you have in your favor right now is the fact that you didn’t trade McNabb to the Cowcraps…because you know that you would have died an ugly death on opening day…if the fans would have let you wait that long.

Goodbye #5…you served us well.

Slowly But Surely

I am coming out of this funk I have found myself in. All I want to do the past couple of days is sleep, but I’m sure that has to do with the rainy weather. Rainy weather is good sleeping weather. So are days when it’s nice enough to open the windows outside.

Spring is slowly making its way to Maryland and for that I am greatful. The past couple of years have proven very hard winter-wise for me. I tend to lean toward seasonal disorders and I get into a funk. I need warmth on my skin and the outside to make everything alright. The exercise I’ve been doing has not exactly been the substitute I had hoped it would be, but since it is supposed to be getting nicer in a hurry, maybe that will finally break through this fog.

I love Spring for so many reasons…the plants and trees are starting to green up, we get more time down at the trailer, I can spend time outside soaking up the weather, and it means summer is right around the corner. 

I love to be outside…doing nothing at all…just letting the sun hit my face.  I can’t wait to see the flowers blooming their heads off.

Spring also brings the opening to baseball season – it runs in my blood. I love football, but baseball is my heart. It’s hard to be in a mixed marriage…a baseball fan married to a football fan. I love my Eagles, but the Phillies are the epitomy of all that is good and right with my world.  Give me the ball park, the smell of hot dogs, the crack of the bat…I’m in heaven.  Opening day won’t seem quite the same without the booming voice of Harry Kalas this year.  I’ll never hear Take Me Out To The Ball game without a tear welling up.

So, this weekend, my spring begins – Easter dinner with my family…Philadelphia baseball…and the promise of 70 degree temparatures.  It’s time to come out of hibernation.  Pick me some daffodils and take me out to the ball game…it’s Spring.

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