Well, Monday night brought tragedy.
Not for football, the Eagles managed to pull a win from deep inside their asses. They’ve been doing that a lot lately.
I thought the refs were very selective with their interference calls. The Eagles had a receiver in the end zone, defender was slapping his arm and put a hand on his face mask AS THE BALL WAS COMING IN. Nothing. There were a few of those types of things on both sides. But a win is a win.
No, the tragedy was one of lost love. Taylor Swift was not in the house.
Speaking of, did you ever notice how tall the woman is? In her TV commercials she looks twice as tall as anyone else. She looks like an attractive gargantua CGI’d into the shot. Lately, when the Eagles are struggling, I consider climbing up onto Taylor Swift’s shoulders and jumping to my death.
Her BF, Travis Kelse had a less than stellar night. I suspect he may have been heartbroken and distracted because his giant, hottee GF wasn’t there.
What to expect for the rest of the season:
To be specific…I haven’t a clue.
My son sent this pic this morning. It sums up how I felt about several games this year. Especially the Dallas and the KC games. How long can this kind of luck hold up. Can Hurts not actually see his receivers? They were well covered most of the time last night. But when they open up, it’s so unusual, you’d think it would be an epiphany.
And he had very little time on most plays.
C’mon guys, straighten up and fly right. (excuse the pun)
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Special football note to a dear friend:
To Marsha, a KC fan. I am not going to gloat. I am not going to jump up and dance around the living room or spike a football. I’m not going to say you need to find another team, like Dallas, to cheer for…
I can’t do this with a straight face. I did all those things.
I’d like to report a stone field jacket.
I’ve had this jacket for decades. It was my best winter coat. But a vicious, scary creature has stolen it!