This morning I opened the drawer and took it out. I brushed off the dust and remnants of heartbreak from its verdant cloth and sprayed a little Fabreeze to vanquish the smell of defeat that clung to it like a parasite. And finally I donned...my Eagles jersey.
Preseason begins in 45 minutes. Another season is upon us. Go Birds!!!
I made pesto to honor the occassion...because pesto is green...and so are the Eagles...the team...not the bird.
So everyone raise a glass and say it with me...
"Hi-diddle-diddle-straight-up-the-middle...to a Superbowl victory!!!"
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Should I be embarrassed that it feels like I'm blogging to myself? Is there a term for that...like self-blogulation? Is there anybody out there?
what is that faint, barely audible whisper bouncing over the hills of bowling green and heading straight into a busy kitchen on normal street? listen close. why, it's some sort song, no cheer, no song-cheer. it's travelled a long way. thousands of miles, in fact. track the genesis to a bright, sunny porch in echo park, california, where a strawberry-blonde headed girl dressed in green with high hopes (but not a high vocal range, unfortunately) belts out a rousing tune. listen now. "fly eagles, fly. on the road to victory..."
As I have previously said, Eagles are no longer with me....still not sure if I can commit to the Bucs though. Lemme try it out.....Arghhhh. I don't know, I'm not feeling very piratey.
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