Sports fans here may well remember a commercial a while back (I don't remember what for) wherein you see a lot of Jets fans in an obviously Jets bar rooting for (who else?) the Jets. The play by play indicates something going well for the Jets opponent, the Dolphins. At which point a sole Dolphins fan stands up out of the crowd cheering....and everyone looks at him with death glares. Unless your a Jets fan, you kind of have to feel for the guy.
Yesterday, *I* was that guy. I was in an Eagles bar, surrounded by loads of Eagles fans, watching the Raiders-Eagles game, and while not everyone there was rooting for the Eagles (there were some Giants fans), I was without question the only Raiders fan. And wearing my Raiders jersey and cap, I was pretty obvious about that. Oh, and whooping it up and yelling and what not when the Raiders did well. Yeah, I wasn't hiding from anyone.
The funny thing is, everyone there came into the situation expecting the Eagles to roll over the Raiders in much the same manner as a steamroller over Wile E. Coyote. After all, the Eagles are a pretty good team, and with the exception of Week 1, the Raiders have looked downright dreadful. *I* fully expected to see the Eagles kick the snot out of the Raiders, and be verbally abused without remorse or mercy by the Eagles faithful. I went because if I didn't go, I know I would have been accused of chickening out by the Philly folks (since I work there and they all know me), and let's face it, I really wanted to be there if by some miracle, the Raiders actually won.
Then something strange happened. In the middle of the expected blowout, a football game broke out. A competitive football game. And the Raiders actually looked like they were....what's this?.....actually playing well.
Then something stranger happened. The Raiders actually fucking won. I was that guy from that commercial. And I have to tell you....it was very, very sweet.
The Eagles fans were strangely....silent. Which of course they would not have been had things gone according to the expected script.
Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy this one for a while.
Yesterday, *I* was that guy. I was in an Eagles bar, surrounded by loads of Eagles fans, watching the Raiders-Eagles game, and while not everyone there was rooting for the Eagles (there were some Giants fans), I was without question the only Raiders fan. And wearing my Raiders jersey and cap, I was pretty obvious about that. Oh, and whooping it up and yelling and what not when the Raiders did well. Yeah, I wasn't hiding from anyone.
The funny thing is, everyone there came into the situation expecting the Eagles to roll over the Raiders in much the same manner as a steamroller over Wile E. Coyote. After all, the Eagles are a pretty good team, and with the exception of Week 1, the Raiders have looked downright dreadful. *I* fully expected to see the Eagles kick the snot out of the Raiders, and be verbally abused without remorse or mercy by the Eagles faithful. I went because if I didn't go, I know I would have been accused of chickening out by the Philly folks (since I work there and they all know me), and let's face it, I really wanted to be there if by some miracle, the Raiders actually won.
Then something strange happened. In the middle of the expected blowout, a football game broke out. A competitive football game. And the Raiders actually looked like they were....what's this?.....actually playing well.
Then something stranger happened. The Raiders actually fucking won. I was that guy from that commercial. And I have to tell you....it was very, very sweet.

The Eagles fans were strangely....silent. Which of course they would not have been had things gone according to the expected script.
Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy this one for a while.




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