Big win on Saturday night. BIG WIN. The Eagles are on the door step of the Super Bowl and have a legitimate chance to reach it on the strength of a lights-out defense and a competent not awful offense. But you know what makes it sweeter? It allows the team and its fans to lift a collective middle finger to everybody who either shit-talked or counted out the Eagles for the past month. The immediate rush of a gritty goal line stand, the relief and jubilation of this team’s first home playoff win in 11 years, and the immense satisfaction of getting to say “fuck you” after it—there’s nothing better.

Leading up to the game, we saw a lot of this:

And this:

Oh, and let’s not forget about what is probably the single worst take of the 2017 NFL season:

As Steve Stifler in American Pie 2 says:


And guess what? With the Vikings surviving the Saints’ furious second half surge thanks to what was perhaps the most outrageous postseason play since the “Music City Miracle,” we’re about to read and hear more of this same stuff this week. Get ready to hear the word “DESTINY!”

I was initially a bit resistant to playing into the Philly/Underdog/Rocky angle. It felt both lazy and cliché, but win a game like that and mix it with players wearing German Shepherd masks? Fuck it, bring on Minnesota. I’m so here for this right now. I’m all in and putting my money where my mouth is.

Don’t just talk about it. Be about it. If there’s not 60,000 people wearing dog masks next weekend completely weirding out Case Keenum, then I’m honestly not sure what the fuck we’re even doing.

Speaking of next weekend, since the Eagles were mostly counted out against a garbage Falcons team that wouldn’t have even been in the game had they played reasonably clean football, I’m fully embracing the inevitable disrespect. National media?

Check. Vegas?

Check. Three-and-a-HALF? Really? At home? To Case Keenum? That’s some of the most disrespectful shit I’ve ever seen. That’s that good stuff. Give it to me.