By Roxana Herrera // @rxnlzbth
Dear Philadelphia Eagles,
I met you almost 15 years ago. Donovan McNabb introduced us and it was love at first sight, for me anyway. I thought you felt the same; I was sure of it, especially with the great season in 2004 that resulted in a Super Bowl appearance. I thought that was our moment. I thought that would seal the deal. Alas, what started was a roller coaster of emotions, highs and lows, and major sacrifices were made that tested my love for you, my loyalty to you.
I’ll admit, throughout the years I found myself questioning us. I looked around me and saw so many fans throwing their rings in my face, and yet here we were, ringless, with no sign of that changing in the distant future. After Andy Reid left, I was so confused. I thought we were happy. But he was battling personal issues and you decided it would be best if he focused on them on his own so we gave him his space. And I trusted you with that. It hurt like hell when he quickly moved on to someone else and found success.