Much to Gansie’s chagrin I have not turned into a full-fledged Philadelphia Eagles fan. My theory is that I couldn’t possibly understand the pain and torment that constant losing brings; so I will root for them, but can’t call myself a fan. It wouldn’t be fair to real Bird’s fans. Plus, I’m a Duke basketball fan, I root for winners (just lost half of our readership).
A couple of Sunday’s ago, our movie star friend Matt (broadandpatterson) offered up 2 of his season tickets to me and Gansie. We jumped at the chance to spend 8 hours in 30 degree weather; who wouldn’t? This being football and all, we knew we had to tailgate. Unfortunately, Matt and Julie couldn’t leave DC until Sunday morning, so they missed most of the fun. But Gansie and I, along with Gansie’s brother and his extremely hungover friend, did make it out the lot by 10:30am (1 pm game).
So as with most tailgates, our crew had a grill, cooler of beer…and that’s about it. We were surrounded by huge RV’s with HD Satellite hook-ups and grills big enough to cook roadkill snapped up on the way in. Our bad ass Toyota Minivan did have dual power sliding rear doors though, try to find a used school bus with those.
Being 10am, SAG (Gansie’s bro) fired up the grill and made some amazing breakfast sandwiches. I’m not going to give a recipe because tailgates and recipes mix like Todd Pinkston and crossing routes (Zing!). But here’s a rough sketch anyways.
Eggs cooked on skillet. Mystery meat cooked on skillet. Cheese melted onto egg, mystery meat combo. Bread toasted on skillet. Add healthy pour of hot sauce and eat. Pretty easy, and pretty damn delicious.
Oh, and the Eagles lost the game on a 57 yard potential game tying kick that hit the upright. Somehow, though, it felt right to have my first Eagles game start so well at the tailgate and end so agonizingly…hmm…sort of like Duke football. Maybe we do have something in common…
Edit: Totally forgot to mention the best sandwich to come out of Philly. No, not the cheesesteak…the Schmitter. The diagram explains it better than I could. Sorry there are no real pictures of this beauty, just go to Philly and try one, trust me.
Ugh, I HATE the eagles. The only upside from them beating my Cowboys is that Westbrook’s “selflessness” kept me in my fantasy playoffs. And now I learn their fans can’t even tailgate properly.
fuck off, dallas.
westbrook is king.
Since when did you let cowboy fans on this site (Stef there must be a way to monitor these type of people). I don’t understand what belmontmedia means by “now I learn their fans can’t even tailgate properly” what do you mean by that. Philadelphia fans are top notch tailgaters and take a lot of pride in their pre-game festivities. 80 proof good write up I wish you could of caught our sausage /bacon/pepperoni/ sandwiches we had before we headed into the game.
good lord, SAG, was there a pig product you didn’t fit on that sandwich. and way to stick up for EAGLE fans.
fucking cowboys.
fight, fight, fight!
right on kids, way to go 80 p dad gansie you make my heart proud
80,
“My theory is that I couldn’t possibly understand the pain and torment that constant losing brings; so I will root for them, but can’t call myself a fan. It wouldn’t be fair to real Bird’s fans.”
You say you’re not a fan, and yet you understand so much.
Mike
TVFF