Fly, Eagles, Fly

Tonight I took a break from monitoring the ongoing destruction of the American republic to watch the Super Bowl, and I was richly rewarded for doing so.

My hometown Philadelphia Eagles, in a rematch from the game two years ago, thoroughly dominated the Kansas City Chiefs. The Eagles were up 24-0 at halftime, and went on to a fairly comfortable 40-22 victory despite a couple of meaningless late touchdowns by the Chiefs. It was nice to watch the game and not be worried in the last few minutes. I’ve been slowly losing interest in football for a long time now, but I’m enough of a hometown fan that when my Birds are in it, I’ll watch and cheer.

Philadelphia is, no doubt, hopping right now. It will likely do so for a while. There are professional sports franchises in Philadelphia representing all of the major leagues that play in the United States, but the Eagles own that town.

I hope they didn’t grease the light poles to try to keep people from climbing them. All that does is make the people at the top of the pole greasy.

We had a quiet night of it here in Our Little Town, just me and Kim and Oliver. Lauren was up at her campus where the main bar on the main street was having a $20 for all you can drink special and she said that by the end of the game there were only Eagles fans left and the vibes were immaculate. I should expect so. Eagles fans know how to celebrate. But here it was just us and about three times as many salty snacks as we could possibly eat because this is the one day where I don’t care about my diet and to be honest I may have gone a bit overboard. Oh well. You have to ignore the guidelines once in a while.

This one is for my dad, a diehard Eagles fan who never saw them win a Super Bowl though he did see them win a championship in 1960. It’s for the city of Philadelphia, the only city in the United States that hates Convicted Felon Donald J. Trump more than New York City does – he was at the game looking like someone stole his lollipop and I hope he has an utterly miserable flight home secure in the knowledge that there is no point to inviting the Eagles to the White House in honor of their victory because they will tell him point blank to fuck himself just like they did last time. It’s for all the sports knobs who overwhelmingly picked the Chiefs to win because they were the Chiefs and therefore entitled to win.

And it’s for me, because in this dark year it is nice to have a bright spot.

Fly, Eagles, fly.