Maybe next year...

GO EAGLES 


If there is one thing that I wasn't prepared for coming to America, it was football season. The Sunday games, the Monday night games, the hoopla the rest of the week -- the cheering, the jeering, the fanaticism, the rituals. I married into a family of Philadelphia Eagles fans, which makes me a fan-by-default/affiliation. I still don't understand the game fully but I know that a touchdown is good, McNabb is our QB, and my brother-in-law Tom cooks up a storm every football sunday and that's a good thing. Superbowl was a super event -- they came all decked in Eagles gear -- and I sat there, watching, as excited as the next person (We were the underdogs,after all.) -- at least until half-time, because I had to bring my son home, with whom I watched the second and sadly dismal half from the comfort of bed. I could almost hear the collective tears of Philadelphians over the river and the family (who were still at Tom's watching) in the next time, as the Eagles lost to the Patriots by 3 points. Man, and the much-awaited Superbowl commercials were pretty lame too!

Even my family from Manila called to wish us luck the day before, having witnessed the football season last year. My dad, an Ateneo Blue Eagle (like me and my siblings), even bought an Eagles cap from Walmart -- since he wanted to have the same hat as his apo and well, he must've gotten a kick out of the fact that our alma mater and our home team shared the same mascot.

Heads up, Eagles fans...there's always next year!