I hope that your week was as great as mine. I have been on cloud 9 ever since last Sunday when the Philadelphia Eagles won the Superbowl. And I’m not just happy that they won, but that they beat the New England Patriots to win their first ring. I will give credit where credit is due though, New England has a great organization and they never stopped fighting.
This is the Philadelphia Eagles’ first Super Bowl win, but they made two appearances in the past. Their last appearance in 2005 — against the Patriots — was the same year that I became a Philadelphia Eagles fan. That summer my family moved to New Jersey from overseas. It was that summer that I learned that people were getting paid to play sports professionally (I guess you could say I was a tad sheltered). Looking around in my neighborhood, almost everyone had some type of Philadelphia Eagles merchandise in their yards, from flags to signs.
So without any knowledge of the team, I emersed myself in everything Eagles. I taped the upcoming schedule to the back of my school calendar and I watched all of the games with my father. At Christmas in 2006, I became a full-fledged Eagles fan, when my parents gifted me a Brian Westbrook jersey. Later in life, I would unknowingly graduate from the same college as Westbrook.
However, being a Philadelphia Eagles fan has not been the easiest thing in the world #FirstWorldProblems. I have been mocked by co-workers and so-called friends (just kidding) about the Eagles not having a Super Bowl ring. The city of Philadephia has literally waited over 57 years for a Championship win. So it was not surprising that when the Eagles won, there was a grand celebration.
The numbers change based on the source, but I heard more people came to the parade than they did when the Pope came to America. I’m not saying Eagles fans are not religious, but some have been waiting for this moment for decades. The whole city was practically shut down; police and state troopers escorted the team, the parking authority was closed (good luck getting your towed car until the next day), restaurants and businesses were closed, people came from all over to attend the parade (I drove 3 hours myself). We might be tagged as crazy fans, but we are loyal. I know, I know, all of this for a team that doesn’t even know our name?!? Yes, but football (like other sports) bridges the gap between generations, and gender, and all types of demographics.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and I did not want to miss it. In the far future when I have grandchildren, I will drive them to Philadelphia, stop by Pat’s King of Steak, and tell them the underdog story of the Philadelphia Eagles winning their first Super Bowl in 2018. But until that time, I will continue to celebrate the win…even if we never make it back again.
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2 thoughts on “Philly Philly, Dilly Dilly”
That’s all fine and dandy sweet daughter but my grands will be Redskins Fans. JK. Great article. Enjoyed the loyalty piece especially in a society where loyalty is rare. Thanks for sharing.