It’s nearly 8 o’clock and tonight the Eagles come to our house. My sister is going to be freezing her butt off tonight at the game. Look for her on TV.
The Patriots don’t play the Eagles often but when they do, it sometimes stirs some family trouble. You see, I have some family in Philly and they are huge Eagles fans.
My late great uncle in Philadelphia owned a catering business that served many of the luxury boxes at the old Vet. One year when the Patriots went to Philadelphia, my dad went to the game.
“The fans were brutal to us,” my dad said regarding the treatment he received while sitting in the stands. They were pretty mean, that is, until my uncle had a bunch of food sent down to the stands for my dad, tuxedoed servers and all. “You should have seen everyone’s faces when they saw the waiters. They didn’t know what to think. They didn’t know if we were famous or something.” Of course, the Philly fans made peace with my dad and uncle when they shared all of the catered food with everyone in their vicinity.
And more recently, after the Patriots defeated the Eagles in Super Bowl 39, my grandmother called my Philadelphia aunt who said, “What, are you calling to rub it in?” My grandmother, not even knowing about the Super Bowl replied, “Huh?”
So tonight we’ll be seeing the Eagles again, sans McNabb, for the first time since that Super Bowl. Go Patriots – the AFC East Divisional Champs!