Wow. I haven’t felt this sinking-in-my-gut pain in a while. I haven’t missed it, that’s for sure. And as has been their fashion all season long, the Eagles appeared to be finished, and managed to come back once again. For the briefest of moments, they took control of the game, and had the lead. But they just couldn’t finish. It reminded me of that old saying – it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
Clearly, whoever came up with that wasn’t an Eagles fan. Continue reading
Alright, first things first. In my previous post, I make mention of a strange phenomenon that seems to occur in Philadelphia sports – namely, that when our teams seem to be down for the count, and nobody has any hope left in them at all, they choose that moment to play their best and completely surprise everyone with a stunning revival. I entitled this phenomenon the Philly Hopeless Theory.
And quite frankly, that is the dumbest effing name ever.
Plus, there’s already a pretty simple name for such a phenomenon, Continue reading