I watched the Chicago Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup tonight. It is so amazing to see the joy of the players at that moment when the game is finally over and they are the champions. That must be a feeling like no other.
I’ve watched teams win titles for years. Penn State won in 1982 and again a few years later. The Sixers and Orioles both won titles in 1983. I was a spoiled kid. Life was pretty darn good.
But I’ve never known the joy of seeing the team I love the most, my beloved Philadelphia Eagles, win the Super Bowl. That day will come. I believe it. Heck, I know it to be true. They will win.
I try to imagine what that feeling is like. I can’t really do it. The other teams I’ve followed over the years have been teams that I liked, but were not the all-consuming passion that the Eagles are. I write about a million words every year about the Eagles. Think about the insanity of that sentence (and then go back and count the words).
Some people lay in bed and dream of being in a hot tub with Kate Upton or Brad Pitt or whichever stars are the flavor of the month. I’m in that hot tub with Chip Kelly and Bill Davis and we’re discussing the 4-3 Under. Pat Shurmur is off making a beer run, but that is probably just an excuse to get out of the hot tub.
Does this mean that I’ve got an unhealthy obsession? I just asked the stack of Eagles media guides that I keep beside my computer and they emphatically said “no”. So there you have it. I’m completely normal.
I often wonder how I would handle the Eagles winning it all. Would I be like Chris Cooper’s character in Adaptation, the guy who was once obsessed by fish and one day decided enough was enough and gave up the hobby completely? Or would I be even more obsessed, since I was now covering the world champs? I certainly look forward to finding out. I do know life would be pretty fun after the big win. Actually, surreal is probably a better word. “World Champion Philadelphia Eagles” does sound like something from a Phillip K. Dick story.
My guess is that there would be about a week of pure bliss. You’d have the celebrations. The team would be all over the TV and radio with interviews and stories. The parade would be a magical event, like Christmas on steroids. Seeing the city of Philadelphia acknowledge the greatness of Derek Landri, the Super Bowl MVP (2 TDs and 2 sacks!!!) would just be the cherry on top. I know he’s not an Eagle now, but this is my delusional fantasy so keep your reality out of here. Dream big, right?
And then reality would set in. The focus would shift from being Super Bowl champs to getting ready for the next season. There would be talk of cuts and pending free agent moves. The business of football would take over.
For that week, that one glorious week, life would all be about winning. Being an Eagles fan would be the greatest thing on Earth.
I can’t wait til that happens.