People in Philadelphia were highly disappointed this year that the Eagles didn’t go to the Super Bowl.
The other year (Might’ve been two years actually) the Eagles DID go to the Super Bowl. And when they did, things got retarded. We had drunks going up and down our street screaming the Eagles’ Fight Song at the top of their lungs. For those oblivious to this musical disaster-piece, here are the lyrics:
Fly eagles fly
On the road to victory
Fight eagles fight,
Score those touchdowns 1,2,3
Hit em low, Hit em high
And watch those (insert opponent’s name here) die (or cry)
Fly Eagles Fly
On the road to victory
This is the typical Eagles fan:
Note the unusually large mouth.
I was trying to sleep because I had to get up for work in the morning. Just kidding. I didn’t have a job then. I had to get up for something. I forget what it was. So I went out and joined these morons, only, I sung my own version of the song:
Die Eagles Die
You suck big fat pee pee
Cry Eagles cry
Get slaughtered 1 2 3!
Hit’em low, Hit’em high
And watch those pussies cry
Die Eagles die
You suck big fat pee-pee!
Their reaction was hilarious. People were so drunk, they didn’t know who was singing it. All they heard was someone dissing the Eagles. And that made them pissed. It was fucking anarchy. People started beating each other, accusing each other of treason and shit. I slipped away from the crowd, chuckling to myself.
I went home, kicked back, and put on the news to see the chaos I created.
But if the Eagles actually won the Super Bowl, this city wouldn’t even need me to plunge it into anarchy times a thousand. People would riot simply because they’re retards, and take a sport way too seriously. Imagine a soccer riot in Europe. Now imagine that riot being full of drunken Irish-Italian fat asses with big mouths. Chaos times a million.
And let’s not forget about the Eagles’ rivalry with the Dallas Cowboys. I heard this guy went into a bar in Philadelphia during the Eagles-Cowboys game wearing a Cowboys jersey, and simply vanished into thin air. Then there was the time I was walking down the street with a couple of friends, and the Eagles had just beat the Cowboys. All these drunk people came out of a bar, and started marching up and down the street with a huge ass Eagles flag, singing the Eagles fight song. Me and my friends started chucking rocks across the street at them. Just kidding. I don’t have friends. But if I did, we would have totally thrown rocks at the Eagles fans, because any friend of mine would be more like a puppet who does whatever I say.
And there was the one time I was banging my girlfriend in her basement, and her fat whiny little brother came running down the stairs screaming about the Eagles winning the game. He saw me putting it in his sister, and screamed. He ran up the stairs, and told their dad. I ran out the back door, and never saw my girlfriend again. Fucking Eagles. I’ll never forgive them for the case of blue balls I received from that.
Fuck this. I’m outtie.