I guess this is a good sign?

I expected to be really down and cranky today because my beloved Eagles lost last night to the Saints. But, surprisingly I'm not. I suppose when you endure year, after year, after year of disappointment from a sports team, you kind of get used to it. I suppose I'm better able to recover from the disappointment since it's sort of become the expected end. It gets hard being hopeful and excited and then facing disappointment--yet again. But, such is the burden of being a fan of the Philadelphia Eagles, or, ANY Philadelphia sports team, for that matter.

I keep remembering how this season was supposed to be a bust, or at most fans thought so. After four consecutive losses and McNabb getting hurt mid-season, it sure pointed in that direction. I'm happy we made it to the playoffs. The Birds sure as hell played their asses off last night. To our detriment, there were a lot of really obvious calls that were not made against the Saints. Everyone was crying foul, thinking that somehow this is all "fixed" to get the Saints to the big game, because of Katrina, etc. I really can't believe it was some sort of big conspiracy. I will submit that the refs were obviously suffering from intermittent blindness last night, but I don't think the game was fixed. I think you had two really good teams really playing hard and one just played a LEETLE better than the other. It's not like it was a blowout or anything.

So, back to reality. It is kinda neat getting caught up in all the hysteria. I've never been involved in anything that is similar to being an Eagles fan in Philadelphia. It's a wonderful thing.