The Philadelphia Eagles play the Phoenix Cardinals in the NFC Championship game today. In Phoenix. Where I live.
But am I in Phoenix? No. I am not in Phoenix.
Why am I not in Phoenix? Because I made plans to visit folks in Boulder, Colorado, way back when the Eagles were at the bottom of the NFC East heap and had long, long odds of even making the playoffs.
They, of course, beat those long odds and now are one game away from the Super Bowl.
Good thing for television and beer. It’ll be just like I’m home. ‘Cept I get on an airplane with a hangover tomorrow. Rather than just, you know, wake up with a hang over.
Four words come to mind at time like these: Fuck You Billy Penn!
Here in Boulder, I’m spending my nights under the gayest quilt in the world. I’m not kidding. I have never seen anything gayer in my life. And I’ve seen a lot, believe me.
From the top, looks like a perfectly normal quilt.
And then you flip it over and see this: