Most recently my 6 year old has become a fan. We spend game days together and she laughs at my emotional rollercoaster watching the game. Love raising the next generation Eagles fan!

Go Birds!

Sons first full word besides Mom and dad was EAGLES. Would say GO then pause EAGLES since day he was born. Eventually he caught on. Trying the same with my Nephew. Sadly his mom is a colts fan and dad a whiners fan. I’ll get em. He smiles so much when I do it too. GO BIRDS!!!

That is a beautiful piece there. My favorite eagles memory has to be the SB win on my dads birthday in 2018. He raised me a birds fan from as far back as I remember and went through all the crushing losses throughout the years. Fitting that BDN finally got him a win as a birthday present. Torturous game for him too as a Jim Johnson worshipper lol.

I was born half hour or so away from philly in Montgomery County. I moved up to north eastern Pennsylvania 11 years ago and have been clean and sober since. Unfortunately due to that I don’t ever get to watch games with my family who are all die hands. When we won the superbowl not only did I get to watch it with them but also went to the parade to celebrate with them and thousands of other eagles fans. My parents are in there 60s and being able to celebrate a superbowl win with them and my other siblings will be a memory I cherish forever. GO BIRDS

On my bucket list, I’ve always wanted to go see an Eagles game at the link. In December 2013 I got the chance to go see the eagles play the bears and the week leading up to the game was freezing cold every night. On game night it was warm and I watched the eagles throttle the bears. As the game went on, people started dipping out and I was able to get on the 50-yard line. It’s the 3rd best memory in my life. 1st and 2nd kids births, eagles home game and then my wedding. Win or lose I fucking love the eagles and both my daughter will be die hard eagle fans.

Everyone else has better stories for sure, definitely pick one of them. But I just wanted to share my past few years, since I hadn’t really had anyone that could appreciate it fully (sorry it’s long):

In 2020 in the height of COVID, I found out my wife had cheated on me with my best friend. We just bought a house and had a kid together a few years prior, but now I’m filing divorce papers, discussing custody and moving into an apartment alone. Depression hit hard, but it was right when football season was starting back up, and I needed my Birds, now more than ever, to get my mind off things! Got me a Hurts rookie jersey so I could get pumped about the future.

And the Eagles sucked. Bad. Every game was unbearable to watch. 4-12. Wentz gone. Dougie P. gone. Rebuild felt inevitable, and the SB started feeling like it was lightning in a bottle. The Eagles felt as sad and hopeless as I did that year.

Over the next year, things improved a bit. My doctor wrote me a prescription that kinda helped, I bought a small house, COVID eased up so I could take my kid to more fun places. And the 2021 Eagles showed hope too. Hurts looked like a good affordable starter we could build around, Howie finally didn’t fuck up drafting a WR in Smith, and we still somehow made the playoffs!

The following year I did finally see a therapist, since I couldn’t shake my persistent depression and anxiety. Started getting the proper treatment I needed, and felt much better. And guess what? 2022 Eagles were absolute studs. Hurts was an MVP candidate overnight. We watched the Shove blossoming before our eyes. Each week’s New Heights episode was almost as anticipated as the actual game for me. As excited as I was though, I never let myself go overboard. I knew nothing is ever a sure thing.

Despite that, the SB loss hit me so much harder than I expected. I’ve felt disappointment watching my team lose before. I knew it was a very realistic possibility and kept my expectations in place. But as soon as it was over, I just fell apart. It was like the last 3 years of shit came back and hit me all at once.

I didn’t realize until that moment how much this team and this game meant to me. I love everything about the organization; the personality, the mentality, the grit, the players, the true love for the city they represent. I really felt like I was a part of all of it too, and I didn’t know how much I needed that.

This year, we’re off to a terrific start again. Not a single one of those wins have looked pretty, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a heart attack before the season is over. But if they somehow just keep getting better every year, I can too. :)

In September of 2017 I lost my dad. Just months after graduating college, and it had been years since his side of the family had all gotten together since the passing of my grandparents. All of his brothers were gathered at our house and we were watching the Eagles-Giants game. Yes, THAT Eagles-Giants game. September 24th, 1 second left, Jake Elliott (back when he was still proving himself), nailed that 61 yard field goal to win the game. My uncles were jumping out of their seats as that ball crossed the upright. And we SWEAR, my dad touched that ball to give it the extra bit it needed to clear the posts. It gives me goosebumps just thinking of that again because it was such a special with family that we hadn’t experienced in years. Followed by so many tears knowing we didn’t get to share that moment with my Dad. Then fast forward, to the Eagles winning the Super Bowl. Something my Dad always dreamed of seeing. But we all watched it together as a family and we knew he was right there with us

Watching Eagles games with my daughter who is also a Eagles fan. Rest of the family is cowboys fan, every time we play it reminds me I’m raising her right.

Congratulations to u/Roxas1011 for winning the mini helmet!

Thank you everyone for participating and sharing your respective stories and memories. I had an amazing time reading through them all. Go Birds and Happy Thanksgiving!