And so I'm off to the land of degenerate gamblers this afternoon, for the annual trip to Vegas with the college friends. Long-time readers may recall that last year's trip was a no-go for me, due to the "imminent" birth of our first child.
Long, long time readers may recall the last trip two years ago, when I watched the Saints game from my hotel room, saw an overmatched team lose because they couldn't stop the run (or really the short passing game either), and then missed the ensuing "dust"storm as the town convulsed in an argument about whether or not Andy Reid should have punted or gone for it on fourth down.
I'd make fun of the people who said he should obviously have gone for it, but well, we all make mistakes.
Barring a rapid and tragic collapse of my bankroll, I won't be posting much this weekend. (Although if I do put something up, there's a decent chance it will be at 3 a.m. outside some sportsbook after hours of free drinks, so you know, jump on that before I take it down.)
The sad thing is that I'm not likely to run into that many obnoxious Arizona fans. Oh, I'm sure I'll see some strikingly new-looking Larry Fitzgerald jerseys running around, but it's not like it's Dallas or one of the New Jersey teams. The chances of humorous hijinks arising from accidental meetings just isn't that great.
In regards to the game, at this point, I'm feeling pretty good. Not as giddy as on Monday, not as worried as on Wednesday. The match-up here is between a team with a good offense and a good defense versus a team with a good offense and a not-so-good defense. You have to think the odds are in favor of the team that's good on both sides of the ball.
Which is the same thing you have to tell yourself when you split eights against that nine.
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Last thing, earlier this week I did a preview deal with the guys over at Pigskin Podcast. Check it out if you're a maniac who's just fiending for more Eagles stuff. You know who you are.
And yeah, that was taped during the "giddy" stage.