Superbowl LII

Bandwagon Babies


I dedicate this cartoon to one of my very bestest friends, Kelly. Kelly is not a bandwagon baby and has been an Eagles fan her entire life, which makes perfect sense because she’s from Ohio.

Kelly is one of two reasons I’ll be rooting for The Eagles in Super Bowl LII. Kelly has always been there for me and has done things that no friend should be expected to do. For example, she went to my father’s funeral with me…in Indiana…in January. That’s a friend! Funerals, especially for someone you don’t know, suck. Indiana sucks. Indiana in the winter really sucks.

Her husband, Phil, is a very good friend too. He’s helped me out more than once with messed up car situations. Hell, more than twice. Once, he came over to help me push it out of the snow where it was stuck on a hilly driveway. Another time, he came over to discover someone hated me enough to unplug my oil pan. Critics, a woman, or some woman’s boyfriend. Who knows? The mystery lives (like the mysteries of who covered my front door in dog poop, or slashed my tires).

The reason I’ll be rooting for the Eagles is in this cartoon. I’m tired of the Patriots always going. I don’t hate the Patriots (like I hate Alabama and Nick Saban. Someone should put dog poop on his door), but it’s getting kinda old. Between cheating scandals and just being very good, the Patriots are expected to walk through this game to a win.

But, after losing their starting quarterback, the Eagles were underdogs to Atlanta, and then to Minnesota. They can beat the Patriots, who almost lost to Jacksonville (a city that shouldn’t even have a team).

Kelly is having a Super Bowl party. I don’t know if I wanna go. If the Eagles lose, I can’t take seeing Kelly cry. If the Eagles win, I don’t know if I can take seeing Kelly get drunk and riot. I’ve seen Phil get drunk. That I can handle.

I don’t know if I’ll be going out to see the game either. I don’t like packed bars. Even when I was going to bars all the time I avoided weekend nights, New Year’s Eve, and St. Patrick’s Day. I can’t stand being in a room packed with stupid, drunk, loud people. It may not be that bad in Virginia, as there’s not a lot of Eagles fans here. However, during the Saints/Vikings game a couple weeks ago, I went out and there were quite a few loud Vikings fans. That was weird because you never see Vikings fans in Virginia, or even that many people wearing purple. Where do these people come from?

Creative notes: I had this idea Sunday night. A reader suggested I do something on how tiresome it is to see the Patriots in the Super Bowl again. I’ll take suggested subjects at times, though not ideas. It’s always nice to get away from Trump for a day. Now that’s tiresome. I intended to draw this Monday but I couldn’t resist bashing Chuck Schumer. Someone should put dog poop on his door.

And to my friends and readers who are Patriots fans (JoAnn)…sorry.

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