Cross the Streams

by | January 12, 2009 at 4:28 PM | NFL, Philadelphia, Sports

And The Legend of Matt Stairs grows…

Can you imagine what will happen if the Phillies and the Eagles win championships in the same year?

Total protonic reversal.

That’s right. All life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.

We’re crossing the streams…

Brian Dawkins knows the danger…why else do you think he cried when Sal Pal asked what this run meant to him?

But Philly is here nonetheless…the favorites in a warm-weather NFC championship game.

Remember when Philadelphia couldn’t catch a break? Remember when winning was as un-Philadelphian as mayonnaise on a cheesesteak? Remember when the only title Philly had a shot at was World’s Fattest City?

That era is officially over. Matt Stairs broke The Curse of Ivan DeJesus, and it’s time Philadelphians got used to the idea that their sports teams can and will succeed.

The Qi is flowing, people. Let’s get drunk on it.

But while you can thank Matt Stairs for the opponent (bring it on, ‘Zona), make sure you thank the defense, the quarterback, and (gulp) the coach for the Giants win.

Sunday’s win wasn’t a fluke. It was a brutal, pad-pounding, well-earned win. The Eagles both outplayed and out-desired the G-Men…and the credit for the effort has to fall completely in the lap of Big Red.

Yes, I’m the guy who called for Reid’s job in early December. And yes, I was wrong.

I’m sorry, big guy.

The reason I was so exasperated was Andy refused to commit to the run. All I wanted was a balanced attack, and I didn’t think he would ever give it to us. I saw the best teams in the league controlling clock and field position with their running games, while the 6-5-1 Eagles wallowed in their pass-happy ways.

But then something crazy happened…the Arizona game …and then the Giants. Reid relapsed in the Cleveland and Washington games…but got back to running the ball versus Dallas, Minnesota and again on Sunday against New York.

After 10 years of watching the Eagles throw the ball around, I didn’t think Andy would ever change his ways. I didn’t think he could. But Reid proved me wrong. He proved he can change.

He’s running the ball and the Eagles are winning. All is well in Green Nation. Which means, it’s official. It’s time for all you haters to stop.

No more texts to your buddies about play-calling or throws to the ankles.

No more mid-game drunk dials about timeouts or the lack of Baskett fades in the red zone (even though it always works!).

No more complaining about the lack of big-play receivers or Donovan’s aversion to running with the football.

The quarterback is good enough. The coach is smart enough. Gosh darn it, people, start liking them.

It’s time to believe.

Mike Pesca, a “wicked smaht” buddy of mine who writes a column for NPR, suggested that myself and the rest of Philadelphia are suffering from Andy-donia (a play on “anhedonia”); the inability to find pleasure in the team’s success under Andy Reid.

Rather than taking pleasure in a good football team, he believes Philadelphians have a form of “habituation,” unhealthily demanding the team get better and better.

“Right now, the Eagles fans are like the Wall Street trader who just made a million dollar bonus but is surrounded by co-workers who all got $5 million bonuses.”

Pesca doesn’t just misstep by using all those elitist four-plus-syllable words. He misses the point for us Eagles fans who’ve been on the brink of a title since losing to the Rams seven years ago.

In life, one can find happiness in a million dollar bonus—hell, give me one-tenth of that and I’d be bathing in a vat of “Sex Panther” (it’s made with bits of real panther, so you know it’s good).

But in Philly, a season without a trophy isn’t something to celebrate.

Prior to this run, I didn’t believe a championship was possible under Andy Reid. Prior to this run, I felt our pass addict of a coach was leading this city to another season of above-mediocrity.

But then something happened. Something I never thought possible.

Andy changed.

Well, if Andy can change…and I can change…EVERYBODY CAN CHANGE!

After all, ever since Matt Stairs hit that home run everything has been coming upMilhouse Philadelphia.

Why would it stop now?

It’s time to take the leap, Philadelphia.

It’s time to believe.

It’s time to cross the streams.

 

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