Christmas is rapidly approaching, but FRET NOT there is still time to get your orders in. All orders are guaranteed delivery in time for Christmas. Don’t worry, my wife, who is handling this, will be totally fine with that promise as soon as I tell her about it. Want to see me get divorced for Christmas? Order a bunch of Process and Birds shirts in a wide range of sizes.
Current Ugly Christmas Sweatshirts will go out by tomorrow so anyone ordering over the past few days will have by the weekend. Other orders, especially Birds t-shirts, are being fulfilled as fast as possible. All are guaranteed delivery in time for Christmas.
The First Joel
These are shipping in 1-2 days so you get them by this weekend. Don’t miss out. Keith didn’t:
Found this incredible #Christmas gem at @CrossingBroad! Gotta rep @sixers GREAT @JoelEmbiid. The sweater was turning heads at the #RiverRink in #Philly. The brains behind the blog is a fellow @Villanova_Alum. #TheFirstJoel #visitphilly https://t.co/OLNpZrs2WX pic.twitter.com/zImVQ4i0MD
— Keith Jones (@KeithJones) December 9, 2017
He was my favorite person on local TV before this. Now his throne will be uncontested.
Ugly Christmas Sweatshirt
THIS BAD BOY IS BACK IN-STOCK IN SUPER LIMITED QUANTITIES. I mean, like, almost none. They will go quickly. We’re not ordering more. Last chance. They will ship in 1-2 days so you have them by this weekend.
As of writing this, all sizes with the exception of S and 3XL are in-stock and ship in 3-5 days. Those sizes, and soon others, will ship in 7-10 days once more stock is received. All are guaranteed delivery in time for Christmas… in case there’s a big game you want to wear them to.
Process hoodies are also super limited quantities and we won’t be getting any more in time for Christmas. We have literally drained the mill of its supply. Ships in 3-5 days. Grey t-shirts will ship in 7-10 days. All are guaranteed in time for Christmas.
In-stock. Ships in 3-5 days.
Sons of Sam
In-stock. Ships in 3-5 days.
Free shipping on all orders. Won’t last much longer. Load up.
On a fourth and goal from the Rams’ two-yard-line, Carson Wentz dropped back, surveyed the field and threw an improbable touchdown that fortuitously found the hands of wide receiver Alshon Jeffery. The score put the Eagles back ahead of L.A. in a thrilling game that was supposed to serve notice to the rest of the NFC that the road to the Super Bowl was coming through Philly. Of course, we didn’t know it at the time, but the pass, which was Wentz’s franchise record-breaking 33rd touchdown pass of the season, was also his final pass of the season.
It’s fucking brutal–and we’re still in the infant stages of grieving an injury so incredibly typical, that while devastating, is also completely unsurprising. Some are throwing in the towel today, some are talking themselves into Nick Foles saving a Super Bowl season, some are drinking themselves stupid, and some are…crying. Yes, crying.
Here’s a caller named Chris having a complete meltdown while on air with Angelo Cataldi this morning: Continue Reading
I was going to take a deep breath, reset and wait until this morning to take stock of my emotions after yesterday afternoon’s big win/devastating loss against the Rams. I was. But fuck it. I decided to crack open a ninth Yuengling and have my depression for dinner so I could bang out this piece last night with the aid of raw despair. I don’t need food–my sadness sustains me. Plus, I watched The Social Network last week and learned some important things. At the beginning of the movie, Mark Zuckerberg gets dumped by his girlfriend, goes home, gets hammered and creates a website that compares farm animals to his fellow Harvard classmates, which indirectly causes him to create Facebook. The main takeaways, for me, are that he’s kind of an asshole, but more importantly, this is how genius happens. I’m completely unhinged. I’m definitely an asshole. So let’s see what happens.
The money question in the wake of Wentz’s likely season-ending injury is—-now what? How should we feel right now? Before I answer that, let me just go on record by stating that I will gladly twist a screw driver into my left knee, dig out my ACL, and offer it to the football gods if it means Wentz somehow plays again this season. Bottom line: I volunteer as tribute.
Beyond that, only in Philadelphia can a team win an absolute thriller on the road against one of the conference’s elite teams to clinch the NFC East and regain the inside track for home field advantage with the net result being widespread devastation. It’s a Philadelphia sports tale as old as time. I’m 32-years-old. I should’ve seen this coming, but I didn’t. I really, truly thought this year was different. I thought this transcendent quarterback from Nowhere, North Dakota in year two was going to lead this team to a Super Bowl victory. Instead, it’s curtains on that fairy tale. Now that we know the story isn’t going to end that way, how will the conclusion be written? I know when I’m looking for guidance and wisdom I like to turn to our readers for help. Let’s see. Continue Reading
Cheering for someone getting hurt and probably done for the year is disgusting.
And yes, I know Eagle fans have done it before with Michael Irvin and that’s also very bad.
Disgusting and repulsive Los Angeles fans are cheering that Carson Wentz got hurt.
— shamus (@shamus_clancy) December 11, 2017
Rams fans are doing an “A-C-L!” chant on the LA Metro. https://t.co/fsxxM80AYI
— shamus (@shamus_clancy) December 11, 2017
Literally had rams fans cheering “your qb tore his acl”
— Pauly (@paulstiga215) December 11, 2017
Their fake fans were proud about it as well. Their reactions after the jump. Continue Reading
Only in Philadelphia would a brilliant, come-from-behind, playoff-clinching win be met with utter despondency and despair.
Alas, here we are, with Nick Foles leading the Eagles into the playoffs as NFC East champions, because the superstar starting quarterback (reportedly) tore his ACL on the same drive in which he also set the franchise record for most passing touchdowns in a single season.
I regret using the term “Pyrrhic” in my Week 1 story and should have saved it for this game instead, because the term really can’t be defined any better. The cost of the win makes it feel like a wash. It seems pointless to talk about nine other takeaways when Carson Wentz suffers a serious injury, but we’re just gonna have to suck it up and move on with our lives.
So where’s your head this morning? Are you a believer? Can a backup quarterback take this team to the Super Bowl?
Or is the season lost? Do the Birds fold and flame out down the stretch? Do you become a grumpy loser who can’t be arsed to change your underwear or take a shower?
Listen, this team can take care of these other NFC donkeys at home in January. Nobody should be scared about hosting the Saints, Vikings, or Rams in Philly. Tom Brady in the Super Bowl is another story, but stranger things have happened. If Brad Johnson and Trent Dilfer can lift the Lombardi Trophy, then anybody can. It’s time to roll out of bed and seize the day. Carpe Diem. Continue Reading