Last night was a lo-o-ong night.
Crocheting, praying, and watching Jenise lose her mind for four quarters. That was me.
This was Jenise in the final seconds of last night’s game. She was actually very sedate, compared to how she usually watches the game. I thought that her head was going to blow off.
Philly went crazy last night, and I don’t blame them. It took a long time to get there, but the Eagles got there. Don’t call it luck, don’t call it a fluke, call it what it was: a good game, right down to the last 13 seconds. I’ve never prayed that hard over a football game in my life. Prayer changes things. I’m a witness.
Fly, Eagles, fly!