One thing I’ve always tried to remain in life was loyal. Loyal to my friends, loyal to my family and loyal to my favorite sports teams/players. Which is exactly why I’ve had mixed feelings on Mike Vick’s signing. Don’t get me wrong, I happen to be MORE than thrilled Vick’s getting a second shot at what he loves to do. Seeing as how his family and friends would go to the same barbershop I did while in Hampton, Va., I’ve got my own feelings on the entire ordeal. To make a long story short, dude was given a raw deal by people closest to him. But that’s enough of that introspective shit.
My problem is with the sudden emergence of a new wave of Eagles “fans.” The moment the trade went down I received three phone calls from friends, who shall remain nameless. Here’s what each three said, followed by my beef with their statements.
Phone call #1: “Yo, Tins. I know you see my Eagles signed Vick. That pretty much sums it up. Eagles are Superbowl bound and Dallas will suck like always.”
— Ok. You want to throw the Dallas shots in my direction? Fine. I’ve dealt with that for years. What I don’t understand is how they are suddenly “your Eagles.” Just last year you claimed to be a lifelong Cardinals fan. Right. And those pedophiles on “To Catch A Predator” are telling the truth when they say it’s their “first time doing anything like this.”
Phone call #2: “C’mon man. You know I support Philly sports. A.I. played for the Sixers, so I have the right to say I’m an Eagles fan.”
— Iverson hasn’t played for the Sixers in years and I haven’t heard you mention Philly since Sigel’s last album.
Phone call #3: “I am not a bandwagon fan. Check my credentials.”
— I did and you honestly thought the Eagles had won a Superbowl within the past twenty-five years. On top of that, you “forgot” Randall Cunningham suited up for them.
Get my point now?
While I may hate every other team in the NFC with an extreme passion, I do respect the true fans, mainly because they are a dying breed in these times of free agency and YouTube. Also, being a fan of Vick personally is fine because it’s how my basketball fandom is constructed because, with all due respect to the residents of Cleveland, LeBron’s my guy. But it really grinds my gears when people attempt to portray themselves as “lifelong fans” when they’re about as authentic as a seven dollar bill.
And if you took offense to this, chances are you’re one of ’em.