In Russia, he went to a bathhouse. In South Korea, he sampled coagulated cow's blood. In Denmark, he took "the Viking Plunge" into frigid 34-degree water. In lots of places, he just drank more.
After I got back from New York, I was watching the episode where Lamprey goes to Greece and I started thinking that he should come to Philly, because right about now we could use a hangover cure of our own. It's been four days since the Phils fell in the Bronx, and approximately 48 hours since the Yankees celebrated their 27th championship with yet another parade. The Fightin's had a great season, but if you're already over them coming up just short of a second straight title then you recover faster than most.
So here we are, trying to shake the sports fog from our brains. It feels as if we were out until sunrise and banged back too many shots. Ah, but rest easy: The remedy we seek is at hand - or at least it could be.
Mix one part nationally televised football game with one part Dallas Cowboys, stir in some Tony Romo failure and a fired-up Lincoln Financial Field crowd, add a dash of Wildcat offense, garnish with a DeSean Jackson touchdown, and there you have the recipe for a much-needed Eagles win. It's a tonic that's not easy to create, but properly served it can revitalize a city that has a powerful thirst for victory right now.
It's ironic - the idea that the Eagles might be able to help us get over the Phillies in the short term. Some people in town - fans and media alike - have long believed that the two organizations aren't crazy about each other, or at least that the Birds are a little jealous of the Fightin's success and their continuing love affair with the fans.
Maybe that's real, maybe it's imagined. But the undeniable truth here is that nothing helps you get over a disappointing defeat like a big win.
