I remember my first Eagles game. I went with my friend Marlene from Northeast Philly. Her dad had seats.
It was a spectacular September day. Mild. Sunny. We walked up the ramp, into the open and looked down at an American flag covering the entire playing field.
Goosebumps. Hooked before the kickoff!
I ended up buying those seasons tickets. I sat through every second of every game in that 4-10 season and the next few stinkers after that.
Helaine grew up in Philly. Her dad was a diehard Philadelphia sports fan who indoctrinated his only child. When Philadelphia sports teams are losing, Helaine watches with the sound off.
We sat down tonight with Stef, third generation Eagles fan, to watch tonight’s game against the Colts.
Tough to watch the first half. The Eagles didn’t look bad. They just didn’t look good. Down 17-6 at intermission. Ugly.
Well into the fourth quarter the Colts were on a scoring drive. They were up 27-20. A score would have almost certainly sealed the deal.
“Game’s over,” said Helaine in typical Philadelphia style, conceding the Colts touchdown and Eagles defeat.
But then, miracle of miracles. On a play where refs missed an Eagles penalty, Malcolm Jenkins intercepted. A few minutes later the Eagles tied the game.
They would go on to win 30-27 on a field goal as time expired.
Are you kidding me? This is how good teams win. I know because of all the times we’ve seen it done it to the Eagles! Do we even remember how to watch without complaining?
Two weeks into the season and we’re liking football a lot. We’re also waiting for reality to set in.