Most people know that I live in a small city in Indiana. Colts country. However some people know that I grew up in Philadelphia. Home of the Philadelphia Eagles. My team. They are doing extremely well this year. Having our most recent victory over the New York Giants. I couldn’t be more happy. No offense Colts fans, but I wear my colors with pride. Had the Colts and Eagles went to the Superbowl together, I would have packed my bags and left town until it was over. Nothing less would be expected from my family.
Growing up with a die-hard Eagles fan was rough at times. Sometimes it’s was great, hearing my dad and his friends cheer loudly as the Eagles would score a touchdown. Other times it was painful to see a man near tears because they couldn’t make the season. I’ve seen the ups and downs of the Philadelphia Eagles, but I can tell you this. I still don’t know squat about football.
You can explain the point and the rules to me until you are blue in the face, but for me it doesn’t make any sense more than run the ball to your end of the field and don’t get hit by the other guys. My form of cheering for the Eagles came when my dad would start saying “Go!” getting louder with each yard covered. I would cheer along and scream happily when they made a touch down.
When I was little, football time meant one of two things. Nap time because the game was the only thing on the TV and it would put me to sleep or being woken up because my dad was cheering so loudly he woke me up. I didn’t really start showing Eagles pride until I moved out here. I don’t follow them faithfully as I could, but that’s because I only need to know if they won or lost and nothing in between.
Eagles Fight Song
Fly, Eagles Fly, on The Road to Victory!
Fight, Eagles, Fight, Score a Touchdown 1-2-3!
Hit ’em low, hit ’em high,
And watch our Eagles fly!
Fly, Eagles fly, On The Road to Victory!
E-A-G-L-E-S Eagles!
Good Luck from Indiana
Keep it real and rockin’