Just a Game, huh?

Anyone who thinks that professional sports is a trivial matter in life's daily hustle clearly is not watching me write this now. I have consumed no alcoholic or caffeinated beverages, used no foreign substances of any kind, and have not participated in any particularly stimulating activity in the last 24 hours, yet am wide awake at 3:30 on this fine Sunday Morning. There's only one reason for this, and its not insomnia. The NFC Championship begins in less than 12 hours. This is my 5th Conference Title Match experience as a fan of my Philadelphia Eagles, and I could not possibly be more amped for it to begin.

You see, if your not a sports fan, or not a die-hard at least, you just will not get the obsession. And there is certainly no more obsessive city in the World about their Sports teams. I know that I eat, breathe, and sleep this stuff because I have a bad week if the team loses, and conversely an enjoyable one when they win. No other factor determines the overall mood of my week more. I know that I can't live without it because if you moved me to a deserted island with no contact with the rest of the world and no possible way to tell the time, I would still know exactly when my squad was playing, cause its just entrenched within my psyche.

As I watch the conclusion of tomorrow's game, I will most likely be either hugging complete strangers in the joy of victory or venting with them in the agony of defeat. Being a fan in the City of Brotherly Love is an honor, a shared pride bridging the gap between any two people regardless of age, sex, race or background. So if you think this excitement keeping me up is not drawn from a legitimate source, the concept has slipped past you. And you think it's "just a game" huh? Well here I sit typing these adrenaline fueled letters in the hopes that you realize that one man's mere "game" is another's state of mind.