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It was worth every single heartbreak from Mike Michel ruining my 7th Christmas in 1978, to the 1980 Super Bowl, to the Fog Bowl, to the utterly wasted '91 defense, to watching Dallas' 90s dynasty rub shit in our faces, to Tampa Bay and all of the NFCCG losses... every last bit of heartache and agony made this night the greatest night there will ever be in Philadelphia. It surpassed the 1980 Phils, the Broad Street Bullies, the '83 Sixers and the 2008 Phillies combined. None of us will ever see anything like this again. This can't be topped, it can't be equalled. On the Mt. Rushmore of Philly sports achievements, this one gets carved onto its own mountain. Alone. On the fucking moon.
I still can't wrap my mind around how great this game was, how unbelievable this story was, how absolutely amazing that night was. It was everything we love about sports... epic, poetic, thrilling, nerve racking, exhilarating... and complete and total redemption for every one of us who have lived and died with this team for our entire lives. The whole country was rooting for our team, and they delivered, led by a castoff backup QB, in the most jaw-dropping fashion imaginable against the greatest QB there ever was on the gaudiest statistical night of his career.
I'd say you couldn't write this, but Sylvester Stallone did write it 40 years ago. Rocky II wasn't a movie... it was motherfreaking prophecy.
I've never loved Philadelphia as much as I did this weekend. I hated getting on the plane, I never wanted it to end. I wouldn't trade those three sleepless insane days for anything in the world. I only wish I could have shared this with my Dad and my sister. Those are the only two things that could have made it any more perfect.
Enjoy the parade, Igglephans. It's going to be the greatest the world has ever seen. And you all absolutely deserve it. From the Rivals boards to here, it's been one of the great honors of my life suffering with you all for the last 19 years. Let the dynasty begin.
I still can't wrap my mind around how great this game was, how unbelievable this story was, how absolutely amazing that night was. It was everything we love about sports... epic, poetic, thrilling, nerve racking, exhilarating... and complete and total redemption for every one of us who have lived and died with this team for our entire lives. The whole country was rooting for our team, and they delivered, led by a castoff backup QB, in the most jaw-dropping fashion imaginable against the greatest QB there ever was on the gaudiest statistical night of his career.
I'd say you couldn't write this, but Sylvester Stallone did write it 40 years ago. Rocky II wasn't a movie... it was motherfreaking prophecy.
I've never loved Philadelphia as much as I did this weekend. I hated getting on the plane, I never wanted it to end. I wouldn't trade those three sleepless insane days for anything in the world. I only wish I could have shared this with my Dad and my sister. Those are the only two things that could have made it any more perfect.
Enjoy the parade, Igglephans. It's going to be the greatest the world has ever seen. And you all absolutely deserve it. From the Rivals boards to here, it's been one of the great honors of my life suffering with you all for the last 19 years. Let the dynasty begin.
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