With the kickoff of the first televised pre-season football game of the season, I turned to my wife and tearfully declared, " Our long national nightmare is over... football has returned."
Now, today I wake to find, to my horror, that MY TEAM, the Philadelphia Eagles have signed Michael Vick. Just kill me now and get it over with.
I grew up around Philly. The Iggles have always been MY TEAM. No matter where I have lived, Chicago, New England, Minnesota... I have bled green (both figuratively and financially) with each loss, each uncovered point spread, each season that failed to live up to expectations, and each choke in a big game. I have been waiting for a super-bowl victory my entire adult life. My dad passed away without ever seeing one. I have smack-talked endlessly with my father-in-law, ( a Giants Fan from northern New Jersey), and ignored my wife (the "sports-whore" who supports whatever team is winning at the time) who keeps telling me "Just pick another team, for God's sake."
As a "dog-person," I'm appalled. I don't care how much remorse a guy can manufacture when millions of dollars are involved. Just look what this has done to my dog Jack... could he be more depressed?
Hopefully, the team will come to their senses soon. T.O. was a mistake but this is beyond my capacity to rationalize on any basis. Boo Eagles!
Hopefully, the team will come to their senses soon. T.O. was a mistake but this is beyond my capacity to rationalize on any basis. Boo Eagles!
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