My hometown Eagles took an ugly beating tonight in Dallas at the hands of the Cowboys. I could not imagine a more unsavory scene: George W. Bush and Jerry Jones rejoicing in the stands, the masters of war and business, the most expensive franchise in all of sports pulling it off beneath the Jumbotron in the new Dallas Palace.
I offer this as consolation to Philadelphia fans.
We learn early how to lose
Baptized in this salty river water
Faces taut from years of pain
They line us up, we fall again
When once a decade chances come
Usually they bind us
Find us still helpless, unprepared
As fall frost descends on our stadiums
We wring our collective hands
Where would we be without this common sorrow
Our one blood connected by these unfulfilled dreams
Our lineage and legacy
McNabb and Schmidt, Bowa and Boone
All these ghosts we know are here
On the cold winter streets
Of South Philadelphia
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