John Halpin
As a kid growing up in Vineland, NJ, Sundays in the fall were always the most special day of the week. If my dad wasn't going to the game, we would eat an early Italian dinner around noon, and settle down as a family to watch the Eagles. At halftime, my brother, my dad and I would go outside and toss the football around. Win or lose, we never lost faith in the Eagles. My mom would always pretend not to watch. She pretended not to care who won or lost, but the rest of us knew better. Many times, we would catch her sneaking away to say a quick prayer to Saint Anthony, the Catholic patron saint of "lost things." So, the passion I feel and always felt for the Eagles ... READ MORE
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