Cowboys win 38-37.
I want this one to hurt them. I want beautiful, great working TV's to be destroyed in the city of Philadelphia by the very people who bought them for the very same reason they are now being destroyed. I want tears in the streets of brotherly love.
I want the Cowboys to be losing 34-14 at the half. I want to see the Eagles bench celebrating as they run into the lockerroom at halftime.
Then, in the 2nd half?
I want the Cowboys to slowly and methodically take it all away, little by little, step by step. I want to see the cheers and laughter and smug eagle-face smiles and smirks of their fans in our stadium slowly transform into expressions of revulsion and despair, forever tormented by nightmares from the carnage they just witnessed.
I want to see a late Sunday night in Philadelphia filled with empty, broken hearts blossom into a morning of depression filled business offices teaming with ideas on how to fix the Eagles while attempting to gallantly live on with the knowledge that it will be the Cowboys who, again, prevail.
That's what I want to see and I don't think it's impossible so it is also my prediction. I'm abandoning my typical method of evaluating and thinking and other difficult stuff and I might just be on to something here.