THERE IS a bull market in gold. The dollar is dropping faster than Jon Kitna's pocket protection. The fiat money that is backed by little more than the "full faith and confidence" of the U.S. government is getting sacked by the mighty Euro and has even been intercepted by the once-humble Canadian "loonie."
What a time to own gold. What a time to own the NFL's "Gold standard franchise," in the opinion of owner Jeffrey Lurie, pro football's Ben Bernanke.
The Eagles fell on the Detroit Lions like an armored car filled with gold bars yesterday, officially ending the municipal suicide watch with a prolific, 56-21 flogging that toppled offensive records that began 75 years ago. That was when Bert Bell and Lud Wray risked commitment to an institution by buying the franchise for $25,000 after failing with the Frankford Yellowjackets. Maybe the hideous melted-butter yellow and cathouse ceiling blue of the retro uniforms the Eagles wore to the Motown Massacre were selected by Bert to raise the spirits of a destitute city buffeted by a national unemployment rate that had reached 22 percent by the time the Eagles teed it up the first time on Oct. 15 - just in time for a 56-0 loss to the mighty Giants.