Note: This is a REALLY long post. I had a lot to get off my chest (and this wasn’t even everything). Sorry not sorry.
This sort of “Super Bowl purgatory” - the two weeks we spend languishing in anticipation after the afterglow of the NFC championship victory has faded away - has been nothing short of surreal for me. I didn’t really have football explained to me by my father until I was 12 years old in the fall of 2005, after the Eagles had already appeared in their most recent Super Bowl.