So this is it. This is the article I wrote before the Super Bowl but dared not publish at risk of being accused of jinxing the Philadelphia Eagles in their quest to win the big game. The truth is that with my personal track record I do no believe that anything I do, nothing I say or ceremonious action I take will impact the outcome of this game. Why do I say this? Because of all the teams I support in all major sports and all leagues or tournaments worldwide, the last team to win a championship was the 1986 Mets. Until, and remember I am writing this a little over 3 hours before kickoff, the Philadelphia Eagles change that and end my personal sports drought tonight at the conclusion of this year’s Super Bowl.
So how is it that I sit here with such certainty and confidence that today is the day my team wins the big one? Well it does have something to do with the fact that this Eagles teams is definitely good enough. As far as players on the field go, the only area where no one questions the Patriots advantage is at Quarterback. Nick Foles has played great for the Eagles and it is not an impossibility that he winds up being the best player on the field today, but the reality is that Tom Brady is arguably the best to ever play the game and has the advantage going in. The rest of the team is at worst equal and in some areas a good case can be made that Philly has the edge. But none of this is the reason the Eagles win today. It’s more about destiny and something far more mystical than the skill of the players. It’s about the year of the bird.
On April 19th of this past year my mother passed away. For the record, she not only was not a fan of football, she hated football. And I mean hated, Almost with a passion. She would constantly criticize its violence and loved to make the point that it was not really football, Soccer she would say is the only real football. This other sport was just a bunch of grown men hitting each other and falling on the ground like a bunch of idiots. So yes, she hated football. But she loved her children. And to some of her children this win would be special, and when someone saw me with my Eagles cap this past week and said “Go Birds”, I thought of my mother, whose name was Sipora, the Hebrew word for bird, I knew the Eagles would win the Super Bowl.
Naturally there will be those among you who see this as a ridiculous basis for believing your team will be victorious and that’s OK. You don’t have to believe. All I know is this. Since 1986 a lot has happened in the world and in my life. Too much to mention. What has not happened is that a team I put my support behind can call itself the champion. Until today, when the Philadelphia Eagles, the birds win the Super Bowl. In a year filled with incidents of divine intervention, is so hard to believe this is one more example? Maybe to you, but not to me.
To whoever is responsible for today’s win I end with these 2 words. Thank you!
Fly Eagles Fly!