This is my last free weekend. On the 9th the worm turns. It is upon me again; yet another football season. And I say “upon” as in “on top of”. Such is the curse of an Eagles fan. It falls on us like a ton of bricks each fall and ruins, yes ruins, each and every week through Christmas.
I’ve done what I can. I have a new Bill Penn statue, pointing eastward from 7,000 feet above sea level.
What more can I do?
What else is going on? McNabb ain’t back to 100% yet. Trotter got cut. And Reid’s kid is a complete fucking train wreck. Good times.
It’s time to start betting against my buddies with NFC East teams. Why? Because misery loves company, that’s why.
From: 40 Hands
Subject: NFC East wager time?
Let me know if you want to make a bet for the football season. Straight up, Giants vs. Eagles whoever has the best record is the winner. As usual I’m all about wagering booze (40s for old times sake or yager for a new twist).
I guess he didn’t get enough last year when I took him for a case of Old English.
I hope this year treats me as well.
Those fucking Eagles…by