I live in a football-free universe.
Though at heart I am a one-sport woman, and following baseball is practically a full-time job, I can enjoy most other sports when they come into my field of vision. Hockey, women's basketball, soccer, track - all OK. In Ireland we discovered rugby, and I loved it. But American football? Bleh. I hate it. If it wasn't for those incessant games chewing up time on ESPN when I'm waiting for Baseball Tonight (how long can it take to play 10 minutes??), I wouldn't even know it existed.
But one of my nephews is an avid Eagles fan. The man himself - peace-loving poet, musician, massage therapist - is 180-degrees from a stereotypical football fan. And right now he has something in common with his uncle Allan: when it comes to their respective teams, they both live in enemy territory. David lives in Massachusetts. Not a lot of Eagles fans there today.
So for David, I say: Go Eagles. John Kerry was not inaugurated last month, so this didn't turn out to be the Year of Massachusetts after all. One spectacular, once-in-a-lifetime, beyond-imagination, never-been-done-before win should hold New England for a while.