Philadelphia

Let me preface this by saying there is nothing I like about Philly. Ok, that may sound harsh. There is nothing I like about Philly sports. There. I've said it. Nothing I like, until last night.

The Philadelphia Eagles were playing the Dallas Cowboys in Dallas last night. Probably one set of teams I like even less than Philly would be Dallas. So you would think I wouldn't watch the game. You're right, I didn't. However, being the sports family that we are, we watched ESPN today and saw what I considered the best EVER "celebration" in the endzone. Why they would call it a "celebration" isn't beyond me, it was more of a "statement".

DeSean Jackson, after catching a pass from Michael Vick "fell" into the end zone to score a 91-yard touchdown against the Dallas Cowboys during the second half. It was a thing of beauty! The fact that he did it in Arlington made it even better.

I'm not one for all of the bravado in the endzone, but the Cowboys deserved this one. So many times I've seen the Cowboys, with their puny 4-9 record (even less at the time of the celebrations), hit the endzone after a score and pound their chests, leap frog over each other and proclaim how great they are and how they are "America's team." My term for them is a bunch of undisciplined clowns. What goes around, comes around, Dallas.

This Sunday was ripe with stories, funny, kinda funny and really ridiculous! It was a great day for football. Snow, ice, a player out of bounds, being tripped by a coach on the sideline (one would ask why the player was running out of bounds, but that would be a whole 'nother story), a whole game having to be relocated both in location and day. The Metrodome fell in and so did DeSean Jackson. What a day!