A Victory for Unoriginality

Super Bowl XXXIX: Patriots 24, Eagles 21 (Final)

Damn.
If football teams could score points for originality, the Eagles would have won this game. The Patriots are unoriginal, and they embrace and relish their blandness like businessmen. With the Patriots victory, creativity was lost.

I can't recall if, in their last 2 Super Bowl victories, the Patriots celebrated touchdowns in a unique fashion, but last night they had nothing but mimicry. Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, but on the greatest stage for their sport and profession, the Patriots players couldn't think up a decent endzone dance (or spontaneous emotional response), and resorted to flapping their arms in mockery of the Eagles. Nothing like the Super Bowl shuffle, no "Dirty Bird" (Falcons), no Mile-High Salute, nothing.

And that's Pat-thetic.

After Bowl Notes
With the game over, I can reintroduce red and blue garments back into my wardrobe. Superstition can be a pain in the ass.

8th and Bainbridge: Before the game, revelers on this block were blasting “Eye of the Tiger” on repeat play. It wasn’t surprising to witness brawling after the game at the same location. The fellas were itching for a fight and they found one.

Overheard at the Foodery (10th and Pine): “I hope they’re burning shit somewhere in Philadelphia.” This said by someone who obviously advocates arson, but lacked matches and/or the gumption to personally set a fire.

Gang of six Eagles fans (with murder in their eyes) took off sprinting after a car when the passenger yelled, “Yeah Patriots!” Advertising her allegiance to New England was dumber than the Bainbridge brawling bunch, because I’m sure it was just a matter of time before the car had to stop at a red light and the mob caught up.