In honor of the Eagles Super Bowl win, I broke out my New Years resolution to make a totally new sammy. The rules were simple: It had to be out of this world tasty, super rich . . and it had to be something I wouldn’t mind treating myself to on lazy- non running- mornings now and then. Simply put, it doesn’t make my roster if I wouldn’t make it again.
This particular sammy scored a roster spot. And while it may not be my starting QB, that’s plenty fine. I mean, it worked out pretty well for Nick Foles . . .
Here’s the blueprint for my Winna Bagel:
Plain bagel, toasted and lightly buttered
Lebanon Sweet bologna
Jalapeno cream cheese
Scrambled egg (whipped frothy with S&P and a little Half and Half)
Sriracha honey chicken
I put the sweet bologna on first. Next up was my cheesy scrambled egg, which was gooey in the middle with the cream cheese and Muenster. It had some delectably crunchy cheese nibbles on the edges. I topped that with chicken, bacon and a ‘lil guacamole.
The first thing that hit me was the smoky flavor of the sweet bologna and next came the creamy wave of the scrambled egg. The sweet and spicy chicken played well with the bacon and they danced madly with the guac. Needless to say it was a title winning flavor.
As for the game. best Super Bowl I’ve ever seen.
The back and forth scoring, the trick plays and ballsy calls by Doug Pederson. The middle finger Tom Brady threw at Father Time as he shattered passing records. And Nick Foles, the dude who almost retired a couple years ago, matching Brady and then beating him when it mattered most.
My Top 5 Venti Vents:
5- Defense was either optional, or those squads just decided to get a head start on the off-season.
4- I did not watch the halftime show, because while I dig JT, I don’t dig all the hype that surrounds the event.
3- I have nothing against Chris Collinsworth, but he really annoyed me for some reason.
2- Instant replay was introduced as a way to correct egregious calls. Unfortunately, it has taken out the human element of a bang/bang play that should be left alone and in most cases it STILL gets shit wrong! Even with a million different camera angles.
1- Sense was made of the nonsensical when a football neophyte brought enlightenment to my Super Bowl party.
“If he catches the ball, what’s the problem?” She asked.
“Well, he has to make a football move or it’s not considered a catch,” I replied.
“Oh, so he can prove he’s playing football and not hockey?”
“Well, it’s not that simple,” I insisted.
“It IS simple. And why are they reviewing this catch?”
“To see whether or not he had possession of the ball,” I replied.
“It’s in his arms!! Hell, if it’s enough evidence to get you arrested, it should be enough evidence for a football game!”
Now, if a fan who only watches football on occasion can get it right . . what’s up with the league office?
Other than that . . .
This game was a microcosm of the Eagles season. To paraphrase Rocky Balboa, no matter how hard they got hit, this team just kept moving forward. And in so doing, they exorcised the demons of so many heartbreaking endings. And they settled up with a town whose love for its hometown team would be dangerous if it weren’t so fucking romantic.
Take all that, and add this. I think the team that never won a title before Sunday is going to go down as the team that brought down an empire. Because I think Bellichick is getting out of Dodge, and while Tom Brady will probably continue doing Tom Brady things, it’s gonna be different.
Personally, I think this title tops all the other sports droughts that came before it. The Eagles didn’t have the romance of a ‘curse’ the way the Cubs and Red Sox did. And while Cleveland and San Francisco can most definitely bring the passion and love, Philly is a whole ‘nother beast. Because no town can match the psychosis of a team and its city in this way. And that’s kind of what this marriage has always been, psychotic. Fanatical doesn’t quite describe what Eagles fans truly are.
No less an authority on winning than Giselle pointed out how Eagles fans have waited a million years to call themselves Super Bowl champions. It probably does feel that long for a fan base that didn’t have a dynasty to fall back on. But that’s okay, because if you asked them how it feels to finally get their one, they’d probably all say the same damn thing.