Tortilla Crusted Fish
Cafe Cuisine (Lean Cuisine/Nestlé)
Like my mans an ‘em at FreeDarko, I really do believe in the idea of free agency in picking which teams you root for, but even if I wasn’t repping the 610 like Genuardi’s and Fingers, Wings and Other Things, I’d still be an Eagles fan for other reasons beyond being the hometown team and responsible for “Buddy’s Watching You.” Seriously, now that rap’s good, why don’t teams do that anymore? That “Ram It” video was the only reason I remembered they were still an NFL franchise for several years, and Jeffrey Lurie couldn’t bother to get State Property to roc the mic on “Andy’s Watching You” for a couple nosebleed seats and some soft pretzels? Fuck, you might get Beanie Sigel for just the pretzel, and you’re telling me Young Gunz got anything better to do? But there additional, intensely personal reasons for my fanhood. For one thing, similar to how I always seem to be reviewing the new Kings of Leon, Weezer and Eminem album, I find myself drawn to high-profile failure. Yeah, it blows to be a Bills fan these days and, well, all days before that too, but at least in 2010, recognizing their failings is akin to trying to shed light on these bands at the Silverlake Lounge any given night who are clearly far worse than Kings of Leon: who gives a shit, really? But beyond that, the Eagles only achieve true greatness when relying on my favorite type of NFL player: the me-first wide receiver.