My Right Pooper Is Officially On The Line

Look, sometimes I say things in certain emotional states. My jubilance really gets me in trouble. I didn’t expect a win in La La  Land and if you did, I refuse to believe you. After the final whistle, I may have talked myself into believing in BD Nick once again.




A short time ago, I suggested the Eagles fire Groh and let Foles walk after the season (read it, tell me I’m stupid). Then we beat the Rams. So now.. I AM ALL FUCKING IN. I’m not sure what it is, maybe it’s the spotlight, maybe it’s the back against the wall attitude, Nick Foles produces when called upon. The things I saw Sunday night convinced me. We could be going back to the Super Bowl and we may win the damn thing.

That being said, I must sacrifice a cheek. Doubt creeped into my mind after Dallas. I allowed that, therefore if the Eagles win the Super Bowl, I will get “Big Dick Nick” permanently inked on my right ass cheek. Look I know this isn’t as crazy as Big Cat risking a pinky. But here at Life of a Philly Fan, we just don’t have the money to bribe a medical professional into cutting off extremities.

Obviously if it happens, we at Philly Fan Life, will film it for content. Can’t wait to feel pain every time I sit down. The Eagles will literally be a pain in my ass.