It’s game week, baby! GAME WEEK!

The Eagles are en route to a city that hates us to play in a game that almost nobody thought would include them. A game to wipe away the pain of Ronde Barber running back a Donovan McNabb interception with our stolen dreams and broken hearts in his hands. A game that erases the memory of falling 52 yards short in St. Louis, Ricky Manning Jr., and a late Tim Hightower touchdown that foiled a miraculous comeback bid in the Arizona desert. A REVENGE GAME. A game to exorcise the demons of February 6, 2005, a day tainted with missed opportunities and the most brutal and infuriating display of big-game clock management seen before or since. A game to make Philadelphia a city of champions once again.

At kickoff, 20,859 days will have come and gone since the Eagles were last champions of professional football. It’s been long enough. No more days. No more waiting. No more torturous heartache. No more arguments with a Cowboys, Giants, or Redskins fan that end with, “But how many rings you got?” No more.

It’s time to strap in and buckle up. It’s all systems go from now until the final whistle blows and the confetti drops next Sunday night. Welcome to my life for the next seven days.