They just showed Buddy Ryan in the stands on the MNF telecast (awesome!). 

He’s sitting in the stands wrapped in a blanket freezing his ass off (not awesome!).

You’re telling me we can’t find a warm seat in the luxury box for ole Buddy?  This is an outrage to all that is good and right with football!

So things are looking pretty grim for the Birds tonight. Twenty-four-point dogs, the latest tackling dummies for the greatest NFL team anyone has ever seen, one more chance for Belicheat and Shady Brady to pad their stats and overrated loudmouths like Tedy Bruschi and Rodney Harrison to pound their chests. Mostly I’m worried that the Eagles will march humbly to Foxboro and take their whuppin professionally and politely.

Somewhere in rural Kentucky, there’s a man who would not take his whuppin professionally or politely.

This is not to say that said fellow would have a plan for actually winning the game (that might be a bit of a stretch), but at least the team would come out hungry, and would not lose gracefully. No mock humility, no “that’s a great team over there.” This is a man who didn’t make a big deal of pantomiming an “icy handshake” for the benefit of the cameras; if his team lost, he’d just skip the handshake with the opposing coach altogether. He’d run up the score and tell the press it was revenge for previous injustices. (Note, these things most definitely happened in the late 80s.)

And this is the man the Eagles need today: James David Ryan.
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I guess Buddy Ryan would start a new blog about the Eagles.  Either that, or he’d put a bounty on my head and call me a sissy; later he would attempt to punch me in the face on the sideline. 

Welcome to my new Eagles blog.  I have this other blog where I used to write about the Eagles sometimes.  And by “sometimes” I mean “fairly frequently.”  And by “fairly frequently” I mean “most weeks during the season along with a couple posts on semi-interesting offseason topics.” 

Said posts tended to be mind-bendingly boring for the people who visited said blog looking for information about me, a topic which, in all honesty, I’m not terribly interested in sharing on the Electric Internet.  But the Eagles?  The Electric Internet isn’t yet vast enough for my musings on the Eagles.  Through the miracles of RSS, I’m reasonably confident that I consume ~85 percent of the Eagles-related content on the Electric Internet.  I wish that was a joke.  It’s not.  The Eagles are my favorite content brand, and I enjoy the consumption thereof.  I read all the articles in the various Philly papers.  I watch all the videos on the Eagles site.  I even [staring at ground in shame] listen to WIP over the web.

Yeah, it’s that bad.  But hey, everybody’s gotta have a hobby.  The Birds are my hobby.  And now I’m going to spin my hobby into a little Electric Internet Project.  Thus, bountybowl.com. 

My goal is to post something most days, even if it’s just a link to something I’ve read or watched with some commentary.  I don’t have the time or bandwidth for many exhaustive posts, but I’ve got an ingenious plan: I’ll make it up in volume.  One-liners are just fine.  Links to videos are just fine.  Silly pictures are fine too.  I just want to keep it fresh and frequent.

So that’s the plan. 

Oh right, and I almost forgot:

THE EAGLES ARE GOING TO WIN THE SUPERBOWL.