I’m old enough to remember a time when the Eagles didn’t blow someone out every time they played in an NFC Championship Game.
I’m old enough to remember when it seemed like getting to the Super Bowl would require several miracles that had to be canonized by the Papacy. I’m old enough to remember Buddy Ryan’s first round failures, Rich Kotite’s inevitable bumbling, Ray Rhodes’ flameout, and Chip Kelly’s implosion.
I’m old enough to remember watching one Super Bowl highlight after another, year after year after year, and never seeing the Philadelphia Eagles in any but one of them.