It was the old school Randall Cunningham/Reggie White green helmet with silver cloud embedded that first caught my eye in a little bookstore in Seattle four years ago. I enjoyed the book immensely, centered as it was around a family’s obsession with the Philadelphia Eagles. If you grew up in Philly there’s a chance that you either knew what it was like to this obsession firsthand, or that you knew someone who had this obsession. With only eight home games per year, each game takes on a great deal of significance bordering on ritual. We haven’t won a championship game since 1960 and have only appeared in the Super Bowl twice in the past 52 years, and this certainly won’t be one of them. I bought the book for my boys, a couple of their friends, and a few of mine. Hollywood has made a story of this, evidently to pretty wide acclaim.
I may be wrong, but as I recall the book is set in an era that would be prior to the #10 jersey that co-star Bradley Cooper is wearing.
Cooper may not be the only imposter. I have no idea who these clowns are that our Iggles are dressing in football jerseys these days. Actually, that’s very unkind of me. I’m sure these gentlemen are doing their best. And it’s a shame that coach Andy Reid suffered personal family tragedy over the summer, but he has clearly outworn his welcome among fans with his playbook. The Silver Lining of today’s game, if there is one, is that rookie QB Nick Foles may get some valuable development time now that the season is officially a lost cause.
I’m looking forward to seeing the movie, due out in theaters this weekend. With an impressive cast including Robert De Niro, it is sure to be more entertaining than an Andy Reid post-game conference. Time is yours.