The TV would be on in the autumns of my increasingly greasy adolescence, and names like Rodney Peete, Randall Cunningham, Ricky Watters, Irving Fryar, and Ray Rhodes were come barfing out.  But my dad’s indifference to their progress influenced me to take cold, apathetic stance toward their progress.  It didn’t help that I was trying to be a football player and wouldn’t be self-aware enough until years later to know that I was “…not even fucking close.”

So this whole Phillies/Eagles thing has always felt like fighting a war Canada.  Do we really care enough about anything they’re doing to have a real problem with it? (more…)