Eagles Writing The Script For Their Own Underdog Story

November 2nd, 2014 Week 8 of the season and the Eagles are 5-2. Season is looking promising. They are tied 7-7 with seven seconds left in the first quarter against the 4-4 Texans. It’s third and sixteen from the Texans 47 yard line. Nick Foles drops back and is scrambling looking for someone to get open. From behind comes Whitney Mercilus and drives Foles right in the turf.  Nine yard loss and now backed up to their own 44 yard line. It’s a tough loss for a once promising drive. The Eagles did not just lose nine yards on this play though; they also lost their starting Quarterback for the season. Nick Foles heads to the locker room and is diagnosed with a broken collarbone. Mark Sanchez replaces him and the Eagles miss the playoffs.  This was not just the end of Nick Foles season; it was supposed to be the end of his Eagles career. Not many people thought Foles would be the quarterback that would lead the Eagles to their first Lombardi trophy and former Eagles coach Chip Kelly was included in that. He would go on to trade Foles to the Rams for Sam Bradford that offseason. Fast forward to this week and Nick Foles is now the starting Quarterback for the Eagles in Super Bowl 52. Nick Foles’ journey back to the Eagles starting Quarterback is not just an underdog story; it resembles the storyline of a Hollywood blockbuster.  The crazy part is he is not the only one on this team with a story like this.

Let’s talk about Eagles head coach Doug Pederson. Since the moment he got hired majority of people (myself included) doubted he would be the coach to take the Eagles back to the Super Bowl. Doug Pederson was not a name that had been mentioned by anyone as a rumored potential head coach. It came out of nowhere when they hired him. Add on the fact that Pederson was coming over from being Andy Reid’s offensive coordinator and now you got Eagles fans and the local media worried. Everyone jumped straight to the worst: “He is going to be a clone of Andy Reid”, “Andy never got the job done and Doug won’t either”, “He doesn’t have enough experience in the NFL to be a head coach”. Look when a city has never won a Super Bowl especially a city like Philadelphia everyone expects the worst. At the beginning of this season Michael Lombardi from the Ringer called Doug Pederson the least qualified coach to receive a head coaching job. Media outlets from all over had the Eagles around a measly 7-9 or 8-8 range and giving Doug no credit to get this team to be a contender in the NFC or even the NFC East. Also rumors surfaced during training camp that Jim Schwartz was gunning for his job. Doug has no shot of leading this team; except he has done that and more. Not only has he led this team to the Super Bowl, but he has done it having his players play selfless football. Everyone believing in the team and not in their own personal achievement is nothing short of incredible. This team has 53 men on the roster and to get every single one to check their egos at the door and play selfless football is a huge credit to Doug Pederson and the coach he is. He believes in his players and the next one stepping up if one goes down. Tell Eagles fans at the beginning of the season that Doug Pederson would lead a team that lost Jason peters, Darren Sproles, Jordan Hicks and MVP candidate Carson Wentz for the season to the Super Bowl and you would be labeled the village idiot. I mean how could you not react that way? It is insane to think the Eagles are one win away from their first Super Bowl with all that has gone against them, but here they are and Doug is the main reason for that. His journey these past two years is a true underdog story and fits right in with the city of Philadelphia. He is writing his own script and is just getting started.

Then there is Brandon Graham. Drafted with the 13th pick in the 2010 NFL draft and was immediately labeled a stretch pick. No one thought he should have gone that high. Eagles fans were especially mad they did not get Earl Thomas. Graham was already off to a bad start in Philly. His first few years he was a slow developer and meanwhile up in New York Jason Pierre-Paul who was drafted two picks after him was turning into a star. Graham was starting to get labeled a bust and being written off. Over the past few years Graham has done nothing but silence the doubters. He is one of the top pass rushers in the league now and is part of the best front four in football. Graham has now become a fan favorite here as well. He is constantly making appearances and interacting with the fans. He has embraced the city and in return they have embraced him. A guy who was about to be cast off is now one of the heroes for this team. He could have continued the narrative that everyone had already written for him, but he never gave up and is writing his own narrative that may end with him hoisting the Lombardi Trophy.

So many players on this team are writing their own underdog story. Mychal Kendricks and Jason Kelce were almost traded and now are huge contributors for this team. Even the city of Philadelphia in general constantly feels like the underdog. Philly loves a good underdog story and if you go up and down this roster it is full of them. That’s what makes this team special. They continue to prove the doubters wrong and write their own script. Now this team is one win away from finishing this season’s underdog script with the proper ending for these players, this franchise and especially this city.

Written by Donald D’agostino

Image Source: AP Photo/Patrick Semansky

13 Years Later

Where were you?

Where were you on February 6, 2005? How old were you ? Do you remember what you did  for the game?

I remember it as if the game was yesterday.

I was in the fourth grade. I watched the game sitting on the floor of my parents house in Briarcliffe. I was rocking my T.O jersey and my family ordered a smorgasbord of food from Not Just Wings. Everyone on the block had the newspaper give away Eales’ posters hanging in their windows. I cried myself to sleep after Rodney Harrison picked off McNabb to clinch the game for the Patriots.

If you told little Joe back in 2005 that he would have to wait 13 years to see another Eagles Super Bowl, he would say you were nuts.

Nevertheless, here we are 13 years later and I am only seeing my second Eagles’ Super Bowl.

The Eagles have the pieces to become the NFL’s next dynasty, but in football nothing is guaranteed.

Take time this week to enjoy the fact that the Eagles are in the Super Bowl. Wear your Eagles gear all week, listen to all the members of the media pick the Patriots to win, enjoy the interviews with the players, and laugh listening to the loser Vikings fans cry about the Philly degenerates taking over their city.

This Super Bowl is the only one that we are guaranteed. So give it your all. And most of all, be ready to fucking party because we are taking down Belichick, Brady and the God damn Patriots dynasty. The Eagles are the best team in football and no one is stopping Big Dick Nick.

Philadelphia, get the cisco and confetti ready, there is a parade coming to Broad Street.

31-17 Birds!

Fly Eagles Fly!

Written by Joe Smith

Photo credit to Patrick Smith of getty images

The Power of Belief

The Average Joes vs Globo Gym. Charlie Kelly vs. the rats. Me vs. gravity. Moses vs. the Pharaohs. I think you get the picture.

I could talk about X’s and O’s or the Brady-Belichick Axis of Evil taking an elephant sized dump on our collective dream a decade ago. Sprinkle in something about how the entire Chip Kelly era felt like being on the business end of a level 10 case of blue balls. Maybe even the fact that I didn’t realize until yesterday that the plane tickets I drunkenly bought to Minneapolis after we took the Cowboys behind the shed in November have 10 hours of layovers in the exact opposite direction of Minnesota.

Consider this: fuck all of that stuff. I’m not going to tell you what you already know, I’m going to tell you what you already forgot. We’ve been written off at every single turn this season and have defied the odds at every step toward the Lombardi. Do the power of belief and thinking things into existence actually work? I don’t know, that’s a question better suited to your weird aunt. What I do know is that the alcohol-fueled irrational belief that’s been behind every Philly playoff run is on steroids, we all feel like human hurricanes, and that last Sunday night Broad Street looked a green-dyed Purge sequel.

In December I said it was time to dig in and believe in something.

Tempered Expectations and Why God Isn’t Dead

Well guess what you simpletons, here we fuckin are. It’s no longer time to temper expectations and hedge against disappointment. It’s time to double down on that divined belief and get in people’s faces about it. Be the asshole in the Eagles jersey every other fanbase so desperately wants you to be. This is the Philadelphia sports tradition, and it’s precisely why Xfinity Live and McGillins are going to look like a Jameson truck crashed into a new AA chapter’s inaugural meeting regardless of what the scoreboard says when the clock hits zero.

You might be asking yourself if you should make the trek into the city for the game. The parking, drink prices, crowds… is it worth it? While we’re asking questions, let me ask you: should Christ have refused the cross? Should Rocky have stayed on the canvas? In 20 years when your kids ask where you were when we won this thing, make sure you’ll be able to say you were absolutely tanked on the art museum steps with 100,000 of your best friends. Make sure you did your imaginary part. One more game. One more time. #BelieveInSomething

Written by John Renzi

On the Road to Victory

The Eagles are going to the Super Bowl. The Philadelphia Eagles are going to the Super Bowl. We did it, the dogs, we did it. But I won’t allow our small brains to meddle in the mediocrity of just making it. We need to win. Boston fans are maybe the most insufferable humans on the planet behind vegans. I can’t accept defeat. I won’t accept defeat. And so I make this promise to you;

I will relentlessly and shamelessly fight the despicable and repugnant racist Boston fans on twitter. On all platforms. As if my own livelihood is dependent on the matter I will pettily and foolishly engage the burner accounts, the trolls, and the plain ignorant slobs without end. I will make boisterous claims and promise unreasonable futures with no regard for reality. I will call Tom Brady a system QB when I know it’s not true, and in the next sentence say Bill Belichick is saved by Tom Brady. I will half assedly discredit their titles, and constantly bring up the two time occurrence of a SB loss to the Giants. I will bring up Deflategate and Spygate. I will refer to them as the New England Cheatriots. Unabashedly and with heavy bias shall I fend off the Masshole scum. And finally I will accuse of them of being donkey brained, and to all retorts present this (hand-made) certificate:

NOT donkey brained.

Anyway, it’s 2:30am after the win and I’m pretty drunk and have no idea what that was about but let’s get to that game.


Domination across the board. First downs, time of possession, QB play, rushing game, coverage, turnovers, sacks, pressures, efficiency, everything. The offense? Pretty much fired on all cylinders. Understood we wouldn’t be quick enough to run outside. Took enough shots (successfully) to prevent them stacking the box. Pounded the ball up the middle whenever we could. Rushed for 110 yards on 30 carries. Nick Foles went 26-33, for 352 yards and 3 tuddies with a 141 QBR.  ONE FORTY ONE. Nick’s big dick was swinging and we couldn’t have asked much more of him. If he plays like that Feb 4th we’ll have a very good shot of bringing home our first title.

But there are a lot of things we got away with against Case Keenum that Tom Brady will pick apart relentlessly and mercilessly. He just did it to the best secondary in football in the Jags. 10 yard cushions on short yardage situations. Resorting to zone coverage against uptempo offense. Relying on nickels in coverage too heavily and staying flat footed behind, packing the box too tight, relying on one player outside to make big tackles and prevent big gains on screen passes, occasionally not pressuring the quarterback often enough. I’m a fucking IDIOT and I noticed these things, I’m sure half of them are wrong, and I’m definitely sure Tom and Bill will recognize a billion times more. I believe us millennials are witnessing the best Eagles team of our avocado toast eating lifetimes, and think if both teams play their best game we’ll finally come home with the Lombardi and go scorched earth on our own home. Let’s do this baby. Super Bowl week. Go Birds.

Written by: Chuckie

Image credit: blackathlete.net, kxan.com, youtube.com

International Inconvenience

I never had a problem with professional sports trying to grow their brand by playing games in other countries, until now. It was all fun when the Jags were becoming the sweethearts of London, or when the MLB decided to start opening weekend down under. Now these international series are starting to affect my sports watching.

First the NBA decides to send the Sixers to London to take on the Celtics. I was excited to see the Sixers play on this big stage. Then I realized the game would be played on a Thursday at 3:00 pm. Hello NBA, don’t you realize most people have work at 3:00 pm on a Thursday ? I haven’t missed a Sixers game all season and now they decided to do this. Why not schedule the game for the weekend?

Do I have to use a sick day to watch Fultz shoot like a six year old?, or is the NBA going to cover my salary if I get fired for watching the Sixers at work?

Commissioner Silver, do you have the answer to these questions?

Now, it looks like the Eagles will be making the trip to London in 2018 as well. Luckily it doesn’t look like they will be losing a home game. However, it does mean a 9 am football game. The Birds playing on primetime throws my week off enough. I am dreading the effects of a 9am football game.

Do I stay in that Saturday night? Are local bars going to open early to show the game?  What time does one start drinking for a 9am football game?

Hey Rodger, I need these questions answered as well.

Sports fans are creatures of habit.. Change their routine and they are lost. At Least that is the case for myself. Sending our teams overseas is stressful and generates to many questions I do not have the answers too.


Dear professional sports leagues, please leave Philadelphia out of your future International series.


Thank you!


Written by Joe Smith


Photo courtesy of Metro.us

Calm Down Philly Blockheads

If you follow Delcodelphia you probably saw Muke’s legendary video, but if you live under a rock watch IMMEDIATELY:

Anyway, every time we have one of our blogs, videos, or tweets blow up we get bozos from Mayfair, or Roxborough, or Fishtown tweeting at us nonstop, saying “It’s Philadelphia not Delcodelphia faggot” or “Ur not from philly” or anything referencing alcoholism or being soft.


No shit bozo. We plaster Delco on everything we put out. Pride in Delco, and way too much of it. We live 20 mins from the Linc and you live in a shithole armpit of the city just as far away, we aren’t jealous buddy. Their ears perk up when they hear the world Delco. Native Americans put up less of a fight against the white man than a Northeast weirdo at a tailgate eavesdropping and hearing a Delco kid say they’re from Philly does.

The other thing they say is “u prob say ur from Philly when people ask.” No I don’t freak, I say I’m from outside the city because I don’t expect anyone to know what or where fuckin Newtown Square is. If your square head, poor fade having ass ever meandered outside the USA BABY and someone asked where you’re from you’d say America. It’s called catering to your audience but that’s alright.

 Oh well, it’s not like half of them can read this shit anyway and I’m just writing this to get clicks from Muke’s video. We’re all in this together. Go birds baby

Written by Chucky

 Image via dailymail

Go Birds

Being a realist isn’t an excuse for disbelief in a Birds postseason run. I hear fans giving up on the season, but isn’t the beauty of being an eagles fan the faith you have in your team even when all the cards are stacked up against them?

That being said, the Eagles have a long road to the Super Bowl. The Falcons are a dangerous team with a plethora of weapons. Matt Ryan, Dan Quinn and the rest of the Dirty Birds look like they drank a pedialyte and woke up from their Super Bowl hangover.


After the Birds take down the Falcons, either the Saints or the Vikings are coming to town.

The Eagles did what they needed to do to lock up home field advantage after Carson Wentz went down. Now they need two home wins to get the franchise’s third Super Bowl birth.

There are three keys to success for the Birds this postseason.

  1. Win the battle up front

The Eagles need to dominate on the offensive and defensive lines. They are the   team’s two biggest strengths. The Eagles have Pro Bowl and All-Pro talent on both lines. Their offensive line needs to create a run game and keep pressure off Foles.The d-line needs to do the opposite. They have to play physical stop the run and keep pressure on the opposing QB. That will take pressure off the team’s young DB group.

  1. Foles needs to step it up

Nick Foles does not have to be Carson Wentz for the team to win. He needs to play confident and protect the ball. When Foles plays with confidence, he can make the big throws. The last two weeks of the season Foles played timid. He needs to find that confidence that he had back in 2013.

  1. Dougie P needs to continue to impress

Did anyone think Doug Pederson was going to be this good of a coach? I sure didn’t. He has made huge strides in year two. He needs to devise a game plan that sets up Foles and the offense for success. Doug has shown he can coach in the regular season. Lets see what he can do in the postseason.


Don’t be a realist and look at all the things going against the Birds. Be a fan and look at all of the advantages. The NFC comes through Philly and no one is giving us a chance. It is us against the world! Don’t give up on the Birds! Fly Eagles Fly!

Written by Joe Smith

Preparing for the Worst

Playoff football is the greatest thing to walk into my life since 2013, and it’s always brought a high better than any drug you can consume at your unemployed drug dealers house. That being said, the extreme low is inevitable, and at the very bottom of our hearts, we know pain is going to surface eventually. The idea of Championship football has torn at our hearts the way Will Smith’s father in and out presence did in the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.  We know that he’s out there and obtainable, but he hasn’t been around often, and when he does arrive, we know it’s not for long. The end of the 2017-2018 NFL season will be right there waiting to walk in our door and end the buffalo chicken dip bangers, but don’t you worry because I’m here to help. With these tips, I will help you leading up to NFL Saturday, and I will help you use whatever anger to your advantage.

Watch Sad Movies All Week to Help Desensitize Yourself From Pain

I’m talking Titanic, Schindler’s List, Manchester by the Sea, Mystic River. Watch movies that give you no faith in humanity. Or just watch a lot of happy movies, but turn them off before the happy ending. Get yourself as depressed as possible for several reasons. This will soften the potential blow of any Nick Foles pick six, and the idea of the Eagles getting a better draft pick will seem like a win. At night, walk over to your nearest Nursing home and just sit there for an hour. This will probably suck more than an Eagles loss. Don’t let the Eagles loss on Saturday be your rock bottom.

Hit Rock Bottom

Yes, this was at the end of the last step, but it’s very important we as Eagles fans make sure we hit rock bottom before the game. Don’t think your job is as secure as you’d like? Give a couple of unexcused absences a shot and see where it takes you. Don’t let pain and suffering bring the game to you, bring the game TO THEM.

As for game day, keep up with the obvious activities. The 4 O’Clock start gives you about three more hours of drinking time, so make sure to manage your time wisely. Get to the tailgate or house party extremely early, make sure your girlfriends make plenty of jello shots, and make the switch from light beer to non-light beer. It’s playoff football, so make sure you drink accordingly.

During the Game

Who knows how this game goes. We could get off to a great start, or Nick Foles could stumble around like your drunk uncle at a family reunion and fail to complete any meaningful passes. If we are down the entire game, do the obvious and blame it all on Nick Foles. That’s the easy one. Now if we are getting blown out at any point, like three touchdowns worth, it’s a good idea to say some very nice things about Donald Trump out loud. We all know wasting your time arguing about sports is stupid and pointless, so make sure you find yourself in a never ending, and unwinnable argument about politics. This is almost guaranteed to make everyone feel better, and distracted about the Eagles losing.

If the Eagles win, that’s great! Just repeat these steps for the next week again.


If the Eagles Lose

Smash someones car:

This could be really fun. I don’t know how I would go about doing this, but angry ex girlfriends do this all the time, so it must be worth it. This would certainly occupy my mind with extreme guilt and shame, so it would work in terms of taking my mind off of the Eagles. Maybe get a couple of bricks and go to town. Get your friends and family to join in and make this an exciting group effort. If the police ask you about it, just deny the whole thing and hope no cameras are around.

Whatever happens Saturday night, just remember that Carson Wentz is still breathing clean air and he’s only 25 years old of age.

Go Birds, and for the love of god, please prepare for the worst my friends.

Written by Mike Cloran




Tempered Expectations: A Terse Review of the Sixers Thus Far

Quick side note- FUCK Enes Kanter.


Going into the season my guess for playoff rankings was this; Cavs, Wizards, Celtics, Raptors, Sixers, Miami. The order is clearly wrong but, when healthy, there’s a clear disparity between the top 6 and rest of the east. I think if we enter playoffs healthy we’re in that top 6.

The Knicks have surprised but have had one of, if not THE most favorable schedule in the NBA. 16 of their 20 next games are away, and to be blunt, they are about to get fucked. Our schedule has been slightly on the tougher and recent shitty play can be attributed to JJ, RoCo, and Embiid being out or not 100%, creating little cause for concern. I think we end up at 6 or 7 playing the Cavs or Wizards.

To review, it’s been as expected. That’s crazy to say because like half our team hasn’t hit puberty yet, but a lot of play has not exceeded potential. Embiid is obviously capable of being one of the best bigs to ever touch a basketball. We’re a vastly different team when he’s on the floor.

Ben has been… fucking I don’t know. He’s one of if not the best rookies the league has seen in a decade. He clearly has the talent, confidence, and work ethic to be phenomenal. But sometimes we get a little precum. He’s a new player, playing a position he has never tried before. He’s leaf we ding every major statistical category but we still want more from him? I guess we can just sense what he’s capable from within his glimpses of basketball genius.

JJ and RoCo have made me borderline genocidal. They shine and dim to such extremes I think about killing puppies. When they’re low they look like Andre Roberson and Jimmer Fredette. When they’re high they look like Shawn Kemp and Steve Kerr. Their floor spacing and defense will need to be on if we want to be successful.

TJ has been TJ. Love that guy. Never goes particularly cold, and like once a month he will drop 12 straight points for you and win you a game. Complete anomaly.

The rest- Booker has been the scrappy and hardworking, but turnover prone guy we expected. A great addition. Bayless has been par for the course but seems to fuck up consistently at the worst of worst times. I miss Nik and hope Jahlil gets run over by a bus. Amir has been a decent bench man, adding some post plays when we need. Markelle please come back I need you.

This is not an analytical article, more of a general review. We’re clearly poised for an exceptional future, but unless everyone is playing their absolute best basketball come April then I don’t see us moving past the 2nd round. If you read this whole blog, you’re a bigger idiot than me, but if you did I’ll end on this. mmmmmmGGOooooooooooOOOOoooOOoooOo Birds


Written by Chuckie

Image credit- sports.yahoo.com


Tempered Expectations and Why God Isn’t Dead


You can best understand me if we start on Saturday night. I attended a Christmas party with friends, one thing lead to another, and all of a sudden I was the drunkest guy in the zip code. Being as that was, I left my phone at said party and had to drive back on Sunday morning. Someone thought it was a good idea to get a brunch crew together and soon I was once again one of tri-state area’s biggest disappointments.

You say “I don’t give a shit about any of this” and I say it’s important because I blacked the hell out and forgot anything even tangentially related to the Eagles game. That being true, I could still feel in my balls that something wasn’t right. This feeling was given credence after I woke up on a couch at 11pm, ordered an Uber after I found my car parked in, and had my driver offhandedly mention that our sweet sweet boy “busted his got damn leg”. Memories flooded back into my skull like I was a vet back in a Vietnamese jungle surrounded by Charlie.

Here’s the reality: the best we can hope for Wentz is that he makes a full physical and psychological recovery before next September. I think I can speak for most of the fan base when I say that he’s almost permanently won us over with his play and personality. Who knows how many washed up Delco football players were ready to offer up their ACL to this guy. For better or worse, he’s our messiah. It’s totally subjective, but football fans can feel in their gut whether they’re watching a good or great team. On a 3rd and 12 when he impossibly slips a collapsed pocket and zips the ball through coverage, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Wentz was that difference. It’s undeniable that the kid has the kind of magic in him that makes an impact on every drive and can animate a whole team.

Some among us are choosing to forget this because “Big Dick” Foles has had some truly special moments as an NFL quarterback. This has led a lot of fans to act like he’s going to be the second coming of 2006 Jeff Garcia with a full head of hair and without the erectile dysfunction. The four stages of Philly fandom are apathy, a glimmer of hope, belief in the possibility of something special happening, and then soul-crushing failure. That’s what that kind of unwarranted optimism sets us up for and there’s a good reason that Foles couldn’t beat out Trevor Siemian or Brett Hundley for a job. I’ve been quoted saying as saying other not so great stuff about Nick Foles in midnight green, but here we are.


I’m forgetting I ever said any of that, and you’re forgetting about the four stages of fandom that always end up with you face down at Mummers mumbling “maybe next year”. I often say “believe in something”, and it’s one of those phrases I use just for the sake of making words with my mouth. I never think it means anything, but I remember in times like these that it does. A French songwriter who I don’t care to Google once said that she had two loves, her country and Paris. My two loves are this city and these fucking birds. The playoffs are next month. Time to dig in and believe in something.

Written by John Renzi