E-A-G-L-E-S, EAGLES!

I have so many thoughts going through my head the day after the Eagles have (FINALLY) won the Superbowl.

So many things I'd like to talk about. For example, being a fan because my Dad was a passionate fan, so I just kind of inherit it. Or the years my Dad's company had a penthouse box at the Vet and we could go to every game. Or something more recent, like performing a ComedySportz match at the Linc and then getting a private tour of the field.

But instead, I thought it would be cute to relay a story that now makes more sense to me.

First a little background:

My sister-in-law, Ellen is from Buffalo, NY. She's a huge Buffalo sports fan. We have always had a revelry between my Flyers and her Sabres. So much so, that I taught her daughter, my niece to say "Let's Go Flyers" at a very early age. She'd do it to get her mom's goat. I loved it!

My Mom and my niece, Brianna, with a Flyers hat
that I may or may not have had something to do with it.

So fast forward many years, and I have a child of my own. She somehow picks up the chant. "Let's Go Buffalo." Probably from her aunt. She'll randomly chant it at me during Flyers game. She's relentless.

Last night I asked her who she's rooting for in the Superbowl, The Patriots or The Eagles...well...here's the video of her answer.

She's clearly a demon.

So as the game goes on, I continually ask her, who she's rooting for. AND STILL her answer is the same. The Patriots.

Finally it seemed like I had finally won her over as she mistakenly forgot who she was rooting for. But of course, she was quick to correct her mistake.

Finally it was time for bed. She was asleep before seeing the "sad" outcome. for her new adopted team.

Julie and I watched and cheered as the Eagles won their first Superbowl Championship.

This morning, I left for work before Kit was awake. While Julie was driving her to school she said, Guess what, Kit! The Eagles won the football game last night!"

Julie said Kit got sad and weepy.

So Julie asked, "Why did you want the Eagles to lose?"

Her answer kinda breaks my heart...

"Daddy told me that if the Eagles lose, he'll take me to the Y to swim on Tuesday, but if they win he won't."

In fact, it was the other way around. I have ComedySportz practice in the city on Tuesday night, BUT the parade was originally scheduled for Tuesday night. So it was decided, if the Eagles win, we'd cancel practice because of the craziness.

That said, I can still take Kit to the Y, we just go right after I pick her up from school.

So, I'll be taking her to swim at the Y on Tuesday. In fact, going through my camera and finding THIS photo has made my day. So I'll make hers by surprising her when I get her from school and take her to the Y to swim today!  

GO BIRDS!

Things You Hear At A Hockey Game

eaves·drop

ˈēvzˌdräp/

verb

1. secretly listen to a conversation.

   "she opened the window just enough to eavesdrop on the conversation outside"

   synonyms:

   listen in on, spy on;  monitor, tap, wiretap, record, overhear;  informalsnoop on, bug "sorry, I refuse to eavesdrop on Kenny for you"

The etymology of which (according to Wikipedia) is rather fascinating:

The verb eavesdrop was originally a back-formation of the noun eavesdropper ("a person who eavesdrops") which was formed from the unrelated noun eavesdrop ("the dripping of water from the eaves of a house; the ground on which such water falls"). An eavesdropper was one who stood at the eavesdrop (where the water fell, i.e., near the house) so as to overhear what was said inside

I suppose, based on the definition above, what I did last night at the Flyers vs Bruins hockey game, could be labeled as eavesdropping. However, when people are drinking and loud, I think it just counts as hearing shit you don't necessarily want to hear. It's not like I put my hand up to my ear to listen.

My friend Alli was kind enough to take myself and my friends Kristin and Shaun to the game. It was a lot of fun, much of which was generated by the fact that Kristin had never been to a hockey game. Based on some of the questions she asked, she had likely never even seen a game before.

My favorite question:

"So do the teams just take turns which one is on the power play?"

In fairness, with the refs these days, the answer is probably "yes."

She had a blast causing all of us to have a blast!

But alas, fair reader, that has little to do with this story. I was merely providing the setting (also, we had WAAAAY better seats than the video of the PEEEEEECOOOOOOO POWER PLAAAY! above).

Sitting to my left was a gentleman along with a younger lad, who may or may not have been his son. They both were partaking of many a Miller Lite, of which, I'm not certain the young man was old enough to imbibe in, but who am I to judge?

Unlike many sporting events, I wasn't in a constant battle for the arm rest. Alli was to my right and she didn't use her arm rest at all.

*I'm not sure if it's just a male thing. I have noticed over the years, no female I have ever sat next to uses her armrest. And this is after keeping my arms at the side to see if they're going to use it or not. I may not drink Miller Lite with underage kids, but I too am a gentleman, after all. Also, women are awesome, but I digress.

The aforementioned fellow gave up the arm rest as soon as we sat down. I didn't use it much, possibly because he relinquished it so easily, which says more about me than him, but that also, has little to do with this story.

As the game starts to wind down, the Flyers are still trailing 2-1, Wayne Simmons the Orange & Black's only goal scorer. I start to think, "well at least I have my 50/50 tickets." Unlike the last game I went to with Julie where I lost my tickets turning them into a Schrodinger's cat situation before the drawing. I both won and lost, yet neither won nor lost. At least I don't have to pay taxes on it!

I happen to overhear a mere part of a conversation that can ONLY be heard at a sporting event. It went something like this:

Gentleman: So how's Mark?
Young Guy: He's good. But doesn't hang out much anymore.
Gentleman: Why not?
Young Guy: Well, he had a kid.
Gentleman: Oh yeah? A boy or a girl?
Young Guy: (after waaay to long for a 50/50 question that should be easy to answer) a girl.
Gentleman: (indistinguishable sound of approval)

A few moments go by.

Young Guy: I don't know about the mother though.

It's not clear, though I believe he means the mother of the baby. Odd that he didn't say Mark's wife, or girlfriend, or what have you.

Gentleman: How do you mean?
Young Guy: I think she's retarded or something.
Gentleman: How so?
Young Guy: She has a Russian accent.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that more than likely, she's Russian.

I also didn't win the 50/50.

Wayne Simmons would go on to score again to tie it up, but Boston scored with about 2 minutes left to play to make it 3-2, which ended up being the final score.

It's too bad really. I was pulling for Simmons to score a 3rd goal, so I could throw Kristin's hat on the ice. It would have been fun to explain to her what the hell was happening.

#100DaysOfSelfies #50 Shamrock Shake! (#TBT)

#100DaysOfSelfies #50 Shamrock Shake! (#TBT)

This was an old one...

#100DaysOfSelfies #15 Let's Go Flyers!

#100DaysOfSelfies #15 Let's Go Flyers!

The kid's first jersey and first season opener.

"I Have A Bad Feeling About This..."

Ilya Bryzgalov has adopted a kick ass theme to his goalie mask for the Philadelphia Flyers, Star Wars!  And none of that Jar Jar Binks shit either.  We're talking Vader, the Millennium Falcon, R2Ds and Yoda!  There's even at tie fighter dog fight on the front, giving the mask a better storyline than Episodes I, II and III!  

However, Star Wars Geeks are already taking issue with one misstep on the helmet.  It seems Yoda is rocking a red saber, the color traditionally used by The Sith.  

Honestly, if it would help the Flyers offense start scoring goals like "bullseyeing wamp rats back home," I'd be fine with everything short of Aunt Beru singing America The Beautiful before dropping the puck!

Philadelphia..."You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.”
-I mean that in a good way!