I love telling this story. 2005 @ Philly. Monday Night Football.
I met a fellow Zoner, El Chevo, at a local sports bar called The Wildcat House.
There was a rather obnoxious Eagles fan there. Every time the Eagles did something decent he would get right in your face and flex and stick his tongue out while growling like Hawk from the Wrestling tag team, the Road Warriors. Some of his flexes were over nothing.
One by one, he'd do this in the face of every Dallas fan sitting close by.
Bledsoe hits Glenn to bring it to within 6. Eagles fan is now nervous.
About 20 seconds of game time later and about three minutes left in the game, McNabb back to throw. Roy Williams with the INT and he has one man to beat and has a blocker. Bradie James sends McNabb to the showers for the rest of 2005 and Roy takes it to the house for the deciding score.
Cowboys fans are going wild. I am high fiving this particular Eagles fan's buddy and I look around for him. He had grabbed his keys and cell phone off the table and left. He couldn't hang.
Their colors are green, silver, and white. His was pure yellow. He was a gutless, no sack, spineless, can't hack it coward.