I see so many great photos from people all over the world here on Steemit, so I decided to post a couple of pics from Philadelphia last night. In exhibit A you can see several very nervous Eagles fans dressed in their traditional garb. It’s hard to really explain the cultural significance of this. Try to imagine being told over and over and over (and over) again that you are going to get a really awesome birthday present, but then every year, when your birthday arrives, nothing. Some years your family shows you the present that may have been, and do something like throw it into a fire for you towatch burn. Other years there’s just nothing, but a sad, hollow memory of something like might actually seem like a present. Okay, so I’m talking really nervous humans here, thinking they might actually, maybe, but probably not, get the god damned present this year.
Exhibit B. Here we see the same humans celebrating. This was at a critical point in the game (I know, kind of an oxymoron there). I believe it was when Butter Fingers Brady, formerly known as the best quarterback in football, fumbled the ball. At this point the people in the photo forgot that their beloved Eagles were playing the Patriots, and it was still highly unlikely that the present wouldn’t be torn to pieces and *then thrown into a fire.
But alas, somehow, the Philadelphia football curse was lifted and inexplicably the Eagles are Super Bowl Champions, with a storyline that couldn’t have been better written for drama or excitement. From the deep, deep city-wide depression after Cason Wentz’s season ending injury, to the mystifying turnaround of Foles, to what was truly the best single Super Bowl anyone has seen, this was really one for the ages.