Enjoying Victory Just a Little Longer: To the Eagles Super Bowl Parade

My view of the Eagles as they made their way along the Parade route.

Answer: Just a little more.

Question: How long can you continue to celebrate the Eagles Super Bowl victory?

After the Super Bowl ended and my family and hugged, high fived, and shed a tear or two, a question came up. Who’s going to the parade?

We had cheered, cursed, and sweated over the team’s highs and lows throughout the year. We had extended emotional effort into our team of choice.  So, like other passionate sports fans who have just seen the team they root for win a championship, we wanted to continue the celebration.

Judging by the scenes of the streets of Philadelphia after the game was over, we were a few of many who wanted to parade and celebrate the Eagles Super Bowl Victory.

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Leaving My Room

Love and Pain: Rooting for the Philly Sports TeamsIt’s May of 1987. I’m in my mid-teens.  I’m in my room. I lie in my bed. The door is shut. The lights are out. I’m not surly. I’m not dreaming of a girl. I simply want to be alone. To focus.

I can’t take my eyes off of my 13-inch t.v. On the screen is the Stanley Cup. And the Philadelphia Flyers are facing the Edmonton Oilers.

The Flyers are a talented team. They were in the Stanley Cup two years before and have won their division multiple years in a row. They have great players including Kerr (who is injured and unable to play during the Stanley Cup series), Propp, Poulin, Tocchett. Howe, Marsh, McCrimmon, Sutter (my favorite player whose jersey I’m wearing), and Hextall.

And then there’s the Oilers. They’ve won the cup two of the last three years (and will go on to win a few more). Their star players include Gretzky, Messier, Kurri, Coffey, Anderson, and Fuhr. Each of these players would eventually be made a member of the NHL Hall of Fame (only Howe made it for the Flyers).

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Hishtadlus (It Means Effort.)

Effort = Success*Happy New Year.

January 1 seems like a while ago already. Doesn’t it?

Think hard and remember those resolutions, ideals, goals, objectives, etc. This was the year you promised to put in the effort.

To make a change, whatever that change may be, is hard. Challenges will arise. Frustration will come. Days will arise where you just don’t feel like doing what you proposed to do. The willpower will not be there.

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A Dog is Not Every Man’s Best Friend.

A dog is not every man's best friend.The dog, Pearl, a pitbull, licked SJ’s pant leg. SJ’s eyes met Pearl’s, and a moment later, the dog wandered off. SJ went back to playing as if nothing had occurred.

This innocuous moment was a long time in the making.

This year before my family and I became dog owners. BR, SJ’s older brother, loves dogs. For three years, he begged my wife and I to get a dog. While both my wife and I like dogs (she had one growing up), neither of us wanted one (I was more interested in being a grandparent to a dog. Less obligations.).

Yet, we cracked.

Her name is Leila, and she’s a rescue. A mixed breed of Shitzu and Bull Terrior, Leila is 12 pounds. She has white fur with a brown spot near her butt and black fur mixed in on her ear.

She looks sweet. People walked up to her expecting her to be friendly. But she’s a barker. We learned this early.

A few days after we get Leila, SJ was talking to my wife, “I didn’t ask for this.”

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