So Philadelphia now has it’s first Superbowl Championship team. I wish Gary had lived to see it. Of course, if he had, I would never hear the end of it. Being a true Redskin fan since I don’t know, forever, that would become old really quick. However, I am very happy for Philly. It was a long time coming. So, Nick Foles, the back up QB led the team to what many have not been able to do in the Eagles history. Kudos!
I know that you will be able to hear the noise from the streets of Philadelphia into the depths of outer space as the fans welcome home and celebrate the victorious players. The razzle-dazzle of the celebration will put a rosy pink in the cheeks of the players and their families who have had to listen to the naysayers all season long. Just think those who have called the Eagles the underdog all year are now turning purple with embarrassment at their lack of respect for the team.
No worries say the Eagles. They wore that badge with pride as they marched through New England filling their piggy banks and those of the owner.
Philly can certainly celebrate better than any city in the country. The Mummers will be strutting to the tune of Fly Eagles Fly and the fans will be going wild. The sun is finally shining on the Eagles.
There is only one bittersweet aspect to all of this. My husband Gary didn’t live long enough to enjoy this victory with his daughter Samantha who has taken up the Screamin Green.
Have a good one.