In reality, what have they done to you that is so awful?
Have they forgotten to get you a Christmas gift every year? Have they taken away jobs from your friends and family in the Delaware Valley? Did they receive government bailout money for being "too big to fail?"
Nah, they're the Dallas Cowboys.
They are the team that all Eagles fans love to hate.
I do not remember how and when this whole Eagle fan hatred started towards the Cowboys. Eagles fans get as much satisfaction out of a Cowboys loss as they do from an Eagles victory. So where does that leave Eagles fans this year after three—yes, beating a team in your division three times in one year can be done—victories by America's Team.
The Cowboys were clearly the better team against the Eagles. They dominated both sides of the ball and in the trenches. They had a better game plan and were out-coached. The Eagles were outscored 78-30 in three games. The Cowboys defense brought the high-flying Eagles, who scored over 30 points a game against everyone else, to the ground.
Leading up to yesterday's game, the chat rooms, blogs, and web posts were filled with Eagle fan bravado. My Philly Facebook friends not only wanted an Eagles win but a Cowboys humiliation. They vented as if they wanted blood from all of the Cowboys' firstborn children. Heck, even Eagles second-year playmaker DeSean Jackson tweeted all week about how the Birds would stomp.
Now, those same online venues for high-level wit and humility (sorry, I can't type that with a straight face) are filled with mostly silence.
But back to Cowboys hatred. If Eagles fans' New Year's resolutions were to be more accepting of other cultures and not to berate their own, those promises were broken before their year-end 401k statements arrived in the mail. The Eagles fans hate the Cowboys—and Andy Reid, Donovan McNabb, and everyone else who can be named in an email string in between downing another Yuengling beer were being blamed for the Eagles' demise.
And really, what have these Cowboys done to you, oh humble Eagle Nation?
Tony Romo, the leader of the Cowboys, is unassuming, charismatic, and dates starlets as a side job. If he played for the Phillies, he would be Cole Hamels.
Marion Barber, DeMarcus Ware, and Jason Witten are hard-nosed, grind-it-out, blue-collar guys that Eagles fans would love to cheer for (think Chase Utley).
And Wade Phillips is not Jimmy Johnson, Barry Switzer, or Bill Parcells. No huge ego, no bold claims of victory. He is Dallas' version of Charlie Manuel.
As a longtime Cowboys follower—and former resident of Philadelphia—I understand the repugnance toward Cowboys' owner Jerry Jones. He is an owner who thinks he understands football. He consorts with former President George W. Bush. He has had as much cosmetic surgery as Joan Rivers. And he has built one huge, colossal monstrosity of a football haven.
But so what?
Nowhere is there the aloofness of Tom Landry or the boastfulness of the "how 'bout them Cowboys?" Jimmy Johnson era. Nor is there the birthright of stardom and outright boastfulness or the off-field dalliances of the Michael Irvins and Deion Sanders of the world.
This Cowboys team and organization mean business.
If an Eagles' fan perfect Sunday is an Eagles win and a Cowboys loss to any given NFL team, how big is that pit in your stomach this morning since the Cowboys moved on to the second round of the playoffs and the Eagles' season is over?
Probably, it wouldn't be as big if you didn't have two football teams' fallout to worry about.