To tell the story of the worst date I can remember, I'd have to go back quite a ways. Twelve years to be exact. I had just gotten out of college and was a bit of a lost soul. The problems with this date stemmed just as much from my poor judgment at the time as her apparent insanity. I was willing to date any reasonably attractive girl willing to make time for me. Character? Integrity? Class? What are those things? I just needed to find her reasonably attractive. I must also confess I am admitting things in this story that I am not exactly proud of. There are multiple things I would have loved to have done differently as I recount this foolish tale of my younger self and a crazy woman. But those details factor into the plot though and I cannot tell the story without them. So full disclosure, here we go.
Here's a little bit of perspective on how unlikely and remarkable this Eagles championship is. In week 14, when superstar quarterback Carson Wentz went down with a torn ACL in Los Angeles against the Rams, a large collective groan was heard from the Philadelphia region. In spite of a sparkling 11-2 record, many believed it was game over. Take this guy, for example.
I am already aware that most of you reading this hate the Patriots. And that's fine. You tire of Brady and Belichick, maybe because of the cheating scandals, maybe because of how Belichick handles the media, maybe because they not only always win, but they often run up the score at every opportunity too. Maybe it's simply that they've been on top for just too long. Quite understandable.