Time to feed the Birdy, fans
While we wait to find out whether our Eagles can awaken from their recent hibernation in time to stop the Packers' Weapons of Pass Destruction, this is Broad Street Birdy inviting you to channel your Green Energy their way by sending your favorite Birds-fan stories and family photos to:
While we wait to find out whether our Eagles can awaken from their recent hibernation in time to stop the Packers' Weapons of Pass Destruction, this is Broad Street Birdy inviting you to channel your Green Energy their way by sending your favorite Birds-fan stories and family photos to:
SUPER BOWL PARTY AT JULIET'S? Ever since she and husband Gavin hosted a 2005 Super Bowl party in their Fairmount home that was a blast until those infamous final 2 minutes, Juliet Geldi Riggall has hoped for a chance to do it again - with a much happier ending.
Riggall's 2005 Evite read: "Juliet has waited her whole life to say this: 'The Eagles are going to the Super Bowl!'"
She and Gavin had just graduated from Penn's master of architecture program and, as broke graduate students, watched TV through a special card on their computer monitor.
"My husband refused to host a Super Bowl party if our guests were going to have to watch the game on a computer monitor!" Riggall told Birdy.
So Gavin and his strong friend Matt carried a wide-screen tube TV up several flights of stairs to the apartment.
Riggall said her Eagles buffet table featured her friend Emily's "delicious margaritas, which she had dyed a highly unnatural shade of kelly green with some potent food coloring - causing us all to have very sickly, ghoulish-looking teeth."
Another friend, Philadelphia author/illustrator Amy Ignatow, drew posters of two huge, green-haired heads - Terrell "T.O." Owens and Donovan McNabb.
Ignatow sat knitting a green-and-white Eagles-themed scarf throughout the game for a friend.
"We had a roof deck with a panoramic view of the city," Riggall said, "and each time the Eagles scored, we ran up to the deck to sing 'Fly, Eagles, Fly!' - and heard our choruses returned from other roof decks all around us. It was a wonderful feeling."
And then McNabb got a tummy ache or whatever in the final 2 minutes. And the Eagles fell to earth.
"I was so upset, I could barely muster a 'goodbye' to my guests," Riggall told Birdy. "I woke up the next morning, looked out our bedroom window which had a view south to Center City, saw the skyscrapers with their green lights, and just cried. I was depressed for a whole week."
But like a true-green Eagles fan, despite too many sad endings over the years, Riggall has once again allowed herself to hope.
She debuted her accordion rendition of "Fly, Eagles, Fly!" at a Christmas carol sing-along she and Gavin hosted for their Fairmount block, hours after the Birds' amazing rise-from-the-dead win over the Giants.
The whole block did the E-A-G-L-E-S chant afterward. Emily hasn't forgotten how to make a mean green margarita. They're ready to party like it's 2005.