Philadelphia Eagles

Fly, Antonio, Fly

 

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-Lincoln Financial Field

“When you begin working for the Eagles, you will quickly begin to realize that the best part is getting to know the fans you will meet along the way.”

That’s what I was told at the end of a four-hour interviewing process on a perfect, sunny Friday afternoon.

I didn’t buy it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love meeting new people and hearing the stories they have to share. As a former barista, I enjoyed interacting with the customers that shuffled in and out on a regular basis, but I was about to begin working for the Philadelphia Eagles, an experience I was fortunate to have during my junior year of college.

As someone who hopes to work in the sports world, this was a big deal. I was more excited to meet the revered gridiron heroes that conquer Sunday television than I was to meet the average fan. In fact, the one line on my resume felt more important than the thousands of fans that came through the stadium. How could the best part of working for the Eagles simply be getting to meet the fans?

After all, they just blend into one enormous consolidation of green week in and week out. We would have short-term memories; chances are they wouldn’t see or remember me, and I would feel the same way for them.

At least, that’s what I thought. (more…)

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Soar, Eagles, Soar: Why Philly’s Super Bowl Odds are as Good as Anyone’s

We could spend days, weeks even, pointing out the various anomalies of the Philadelphia Eagles over the course of the 21st century:

“McNabb made it to 5 NFC championships yet couldn’t win a title. What a shmuck.”

“T.O.? He’d rather do sit-ups in his driveway on camera than try to be a leader. He’s the reason we didn’t win.”

“Vick? The washed up, China doll dog-killer who never even made it to a Super Bowl? What did you expect?”

“Riley Cooper? The racist? Yeah, like he’s the answer.”

“Trent Cole? He has two first names, for God’s sake.”

And don’t even get me started on the Sanchize, oh he the holder of the only slightly arbitrary road-playoff-victories-record.

The Battlin’ Birds have certainly faced their fair share of turmoil since the start of the Andy “I swear I’m only a c cup” Reid era in 1999.  In that span Philly posted an illustrious 130-94 record (58% winning percentage), 6th only the Patriots (159-65, 71%), Colts (151-73, 67%), Steelers (141-83, 63%), Packers (139-85, 62%), and Ravens (134-90, 60%).  However, what separates the Iggles from these teams in the wrong direction is that the other teams have won 9 of 14 Super Bowls in that span, while the Eagles have won none.  Their playoff record under Reid was 10-9, slightly better than those of the Pack (8-8) and Colts (9-11), but paling in comparison to those of New England, Pittsburgh and Baltimore, who combined to go 43-20 and capture 7 of those 9 championships, each winning multiple rings.

Reid had his own trials and tribulations in the form of his son Garrett, who passed away from a heroin overdose on August 5th, 2012, about a month before Reid’s final season with the Birds commenced.  While he would surely deny that the emotional trauma affected his abilities, he turned out the worst season of his coaching career at 4-12 and was canned soon after.  Perhaps another winning season and playoff berth could have netted him more time.

But this is all in the past.  What matters now is that, despite the tumultuous collar bone fracture of precocious young quarterback Nick Foles and the raucous Philadelphia crowds that booed McNabb on draft day, one reality stands alone: the Eagles are good.  Not just that, they’re damn good.  And, lest I jinx them and bring down a plague of boundless 0-16 seasons, they’re bona fide Super Bowl contenders. (more…)