First allow me to introduce myself. I am a die-hard Philadelphia fan. That is, Philadelphia Phillies and Flyers fan. Former die-hard Eagles fan. Why a former fan? Two simple words, Michael Vick. I loved my Eagles, lived and died with the team, bled green and proudly sang “Fly Eagles Fly” every Sunday. Heck, for 3 years the Eagles fight song was even my ringtone on my cell phone. But the day they signed Michael Vick was the day I stopped caring.
Although, I didn’t really stop caring, if anything it was worse than that. They broke my heart. Never did I think that WE were the team that would stoop that low just to win. I remember bragging to everyone I knew that the Eagles didn’t let their players get away with anything. They had a history of releasing players that got into trouble with the law or caused disruption on the team. I was proud of the way they handled the whole Terrelle Owens situation. So how could I have been fooled so bad? How is it even possible that the team that I prided myself for being a fan of went out and signed Michael Vick. One of the most heinous individuals in sport?
I’ve heard the arguments, everyone deserves a second chance. But you see, he had his second chance. He committed a crime, he served time and he was a free man. That is his second chance. There is no “right to play in the NFL.” Yes he has a right to earn a living, but there are many jobs out there, he does not “deserve” to be in the National Football League.
So I was heartbroken. I could not bring myself to cheer for the Eagles, but other than Vick these were my guys. McNabb, Westbrook, Akers, these were the players I cheered for every Sunday, and this certainly wasn’t their fault. But alas, I could not bring myself to cheer for the team that signed Vick. And so I didn’t. And last season was hard. But now I am past the hurt and truly have moved on to simply not caring. The Eagles are on tv and I could watch it, or I could flip the channel. It is a much healthier place than I was in last year when I couldn’t even stand to see them on television.
Now McNabb is a Washington Redskin. A team that I used to loathe. But this past Sunday I found myself caring about the Eagles again. But I wanted them to lose, and lose badly. I wanted McNabb to come in to the Linc and show Reid and Lurie and Banner just what a mistake they made letting him go. And he did. And Vick got hurt, and I can’t say that I felt bad for him. Sometimes Karma jumps up and bites you Mr. Vick, and I do believe that’s what happened on Sunday.