We sat at the Frog (in the precise seat we embedded ourselves in last night -- good times) with our good friend Jim and watched the Eagles beat up on some Texans. We did so quietly and cautiously, save for the standard yelps and boo-yahs that one of us is prone to barking out.
Eagles 24, Texans 10. We'll say this once because we're from the PhillyBurbs and we know better. We picked the Eagles to win the East this year. Mainly because T.O. will blow up Dallas and Eli's a p*ssy and the Redskins, well, eat ass. Just saying. Not bragging.
That's it for predictions in these here parts, at least football-related ones. We will offer a brief observation, though, because y'all are dying for OMS to drop him some football philosophy.
So three Bills fans sat behind us at the bar, and all of them make us wonder if all Bills fans cheer every single play, loudly. Every. One. Loudly.
"YES! THEY BROKE THE HUDDLE! YES! BREAK THAT HUDDLE! YES! DID YOU SEE THAT SNAP?! WHOOOOOOOOOO! SNAP!"
Patriots 19, Bills 17.
Aaaaahaaaaaa Bills fans WHAT.
One more thing: the Eagles are now 10-0 when we sip Bloody Marys at the Frog. Word. We're so the 12th old man.
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