Unholy Alliance, Part Deux

For the second time in under three months, the Glass Man was faced with an agonizing playoff decision. Eagles or Cowboys? So much to hate. Only one team to choose.

Now, deciding between the Eagles and Cowboys was nowhere near as agonizing as choosing between the contenders of the "Bad Meets Evil" World Series we had in October. But still, it wasn't an easy call.

I deeply and truly hate the Philadelphia sports fan. Loud and obnoxious, Philly fans are among the worst in the world. And it doesn't help that their baseball team has made ours look really bad the past few seasons.

But for me, yesterday and as ever, my hatred for the Cowboys carried the day. The reason is simple: When I see the Cowboys, I see the Yankees.

In some sense the comparison is baseless. The Cowboys had gone 13 years without a playoff victory until yesterday, and aside from their early-mid 90's dynasty, have not enjoyed the same level of success as the Yankees.

But everything that's big and garrish and "look-at-us-aren't-we-great" about the Yankees applies to the Cowboys as well. Cowboys Stadium is Yankee Stadium with a football jersey on (and a slight alien-spaceship look from above). Jerry Jones is George Steinbrenner with a better diet. Hell, the two clubs are even in business together for some reason.

I couldn't get on board with all that.

And so it was that I found common cause, again, with the Philadelphia sports fan. And how do they reward me for my support? By getting completely and utterly dismantled. Again.

At least this time the showdown wasn't for all the marbles. Unlike the World Series, I could root for one team today and hold out hope that another team would bump them off tomorrow. That being the case, there's a part of me that can rejoice in the misery of Eagles fans.

But still, I wanted Dallas to lose yesterday, and I threw my weight solidly behind Philadelphia. It doesn't crush me the way the World Series did, nowhere close actually, but it's still disappointing.

Me a Philly fan? Perhaps some things just weren't to be.

- A.F.O.M.G.