Go Eagles
Humour me. I’m not an American football nut, but that’s probably because I had my heart broken 24 years ago when the Philadelphia Eagles lost the Superbowl to the Oakland Raiders.
I lived in Philly most of my childhood and was a Eagles fanatic in the only way that a nine-year-old can become obsessed by something. This was before the days of playstations and satellite TV, in a golden and probably non-existent age when kids took more of an interest in the world around them.
So cautiously I took an interest in NFL but only when the Eagles were doing well. A fairweather fan perhaps, but my toe never left the water. Any failure would bring back the disappointment I felt in that long cold winter of 1981.
But now, the hell with it. We might not win, but I’m watching. Everyone loses, but there are victories. Everyone dies but there is life. Everyone lands but there are eagles.