Matchup of joy, love at Eagles’ Super Bowl parade [Unscripted column] | Entertainment

In a family of Philadelphia Eagles, I saw many Sunday shutting down my grandfather while shutting down TV, after another loss of Eagles, defused it. The concept of Eagles’ Super Bowl win was unbeaten for me until the 2018 Super Bowl victory against New England Patriots. While studying at Temple University, I did not take any benefit to the appearance of another super bowel of the Eagles.

Eagles lost their 2023 match up with Kansas City Chiefs, the chiefs won 38-35. But I was convinced that the Eagles would once again find a way to go to the super bowl. I’m not able to watch the games of Eagles permanently – I have, like many people, don’t have cable – but this year, it felt something different, and I tried to follow their season. From the beginning, I told everyone that I know the Eagles are going to the Super Bowl and I was “showing” a win – and I did.

After winning the Eagles Chiefs 40-22, I initially planned to see the parade from home. But when the official announcement of the parade arrived on February 14, I cautioned – and thrown my Valentine’s Day plans into the air and immediately. He started a plan to participate.

It seemed destiny: I was a day’s holiday, it was Friday and how many opportunities would I have in the Super Bowl Parade?

On Friday morning, we woke up bright and quickly. Our train was not going to depart from Linkster till 10:30 am, but we had to prepare for the day. Expecting a long day in the cold, we layers and our mini bags filled with toilet paper, hand sanitary, bleach wipes, snacks, drinks and anything else that we may need before we go out.

The enthusiasm at the Lancaster Amtrak station was clear. I could barely control myself, but I knew I had to keep at least until we reached Philadelphia. My surprise is, the train ride was calm – but when we arrived at William H. Gray III 30th Street Station, something changed. The resonance of the city and a already ongoing celebration can also be felt on the platform.

Since I went to Philadelphia’s college, I am aware of this city. But I quickly realized that once we left the train station, my navigation skills would not be needed.

Instead, we chose to follow the sound of music and a green sea. On the way to the River Trail, the groups were already in the celebration mode, someone used to chant the slogans every five minutes or more.

Once we arrived at the Art Museum, we searched for a good place, which is close to the bathrooms where I could see the parade screens broadcasting screens (and, most importantly to dance A place of). When we were patiently waiting for the team’s museum to arrive, we talked to the Eagles fellow fans, saw some dance battles and, of course, looked at the notorious pole. There was a sense of joy that was almost infectious when fans of all ages squeeze Benjamin Franklin Parkway to see their favorite players bring the trophy.

When the team arrived at the museum, the crowd became wild. I was not ready to wake up before sunrise for a place in Barcide, so I had to stay on the screen. The noise was deaf, but when it was time to listen to the speeches, everyone became silent (though, when the mayor was in the podium, the turn of Cheril Parker), there was a bit of a temple and a Boeing). Jillian hurt some of the emotional confession that it was his first visit to his first visit to the “Rocky” steps – a milestone who pledged him until he won a super bowl until he won a super bowel. Go – and make a celebration bell through McIl’s “dreams and nightmares” and pyriotics. I Within seconds of the last speech, the crowd was cleansed, leaving clear signs of the party.

We had already planned to go to Money Golfing in Center City, so we kept following the crowd in that direction. People’s hards were put in bars and restaurants, while others remained out and the party continued. It was a surprise to see the Valentine’s Day mob meet with the sports crowd, the couple sitting in the eagles’ gear sitting at the best place in the couple’s couples. I and my husband were a combination of both of them, who were celebrating their first Valentine’s Day as a married couple.

In our last hours in the city, we took to the streets, treated and dancing like a cattle. Tired of the day, we rode on the last train filled with tired fans who gathered for the final “birds”. Just as the train doors closed.

February 14 is usually for lovers. But this year, I can undoubtedly say that it was for the birds.

Lilani Torokzi is a copy editor and page designer for LNP LNP. “Non -script” is a weekly entertainment column created by the authors’ rotating team.