The Philadelphia Eagles won the coveted Lombardi Trophy on Sunday by defeating the iconic New England Patriots in the the Super Bowl. I’ve been a fan of all Philadelphia teams since childhood. My radio is tuned to WIP Sports Radio.
But, sports carries more than a score. Even the Super Bowl. Because it’s more than a game.
It’s connection. It’s childhood memories. It’s being part of a group with similar goals. Sports reaches in to our innate desire to be playful. It causes us—for the moment—to shed our suits and neckties, our heels and makeup, and be kids again.
There is no segregation at game time, because we are united in cheering for our team. We’re all fans.
When the Eagles won on Sunday, I thought of my brothers who have had season tickets for nearly 25 years. My nephew has been going to games since he was a toddler. I hung on the refrigerator a photo of my son at seven month’s old wearing an Eagles outfit. I’ve purchased jerseys for each of my grandsons, and taught them the Eagles Fight Song.
On Sunday, the Eagles became World Champions. But to me, it was more than that. It was memories created. For some it was thoughts of those who instilled the love of sports in their hearts. Those who are no longer here.
When the parade is held on Thursday on Broad Street, well over a million will cheer together, as one. Not just for the Eagles. But for those who cheer with us. United.