The Quick Answer: a 25-cent football-helmet machine.
The Long Answer: From years of agonizing ups and downs, where loyalty is tested in the hellfire that spawned little annoying demons of silver/blue, red/blue, and red/orange.
Growing up in Las Vegas, the "Entertainment Capital of the World", in the late '70s was about as entertaining as watching an off-Broadway stage play starring Tony Danza in drag. (Which I think actually ran at the Riviera for a while). But like all desert-dwelling kids with nothing to do, I found ways to pass the time.
Like other kids, I had a paper route and blew most of that money on Asteroids, Space Invaders, and pinball. I always saved a couple bucks for football cards (Topps or Fleer, the chipboard gum-stained variety—we didn't have 'upper deck' glossy cards back then) and our neighborhood version of childhood gambling:
NFL football helmets. Yep, that's right. Put a quarter in, and DAMN if you didn't get another lame Baltimore Colts or New England Patriots (2-14 that year) helmet!
EVERY quarter was a crapshoot. I admit, at the point of near vomiting, I was a bit of a front-runner at 11, and I think the winningest team of the day was the Steelers. I knew nothing about them. I just knew they recently beat the Los Angeles Rams on TV and that was good enough for me.
I put a quarter in the NFL helmet lotto dispenser and instead of a black and gold helmet, out came a green helmet with silver wings on each side. I thought it was very cool looking.
I kept it, despite wanting to trade it at first, and through a little magazine called "Football Digest" (We didn't have ESPN or nfl.com back in those days) I discovered that this was the Philadelphia Eagles, and with a "superback" named Wilbert Montgomery, was a serious up-and-comer in the NFL.
I read anything I could find about them: magazines, football stats from the backs of my Topps gum-stained cards, anything. The next season, I was going to watch for this team.
It just so happened that the season I chose to start following the birds was the 1980 football season. For a little 11-year-old front-runner, the timing couldn't have been better. I only saw one televised game in Las Vegas that year, Eagles vs. Saints (of course, we didn't have DIRECTV back then), which was an Eagle blowout.
This Eagles team went on to a 12-4 record, and I watched them destroy the only team I truly hated in the NFL at the time: the Dallas Cowboys. This new favorite team went to the Super Bowl the first season I followed them. It was fate. I'm sure.
I began to trade my worthless Franco Harris, Stallworth, and Bradshaw cards for the more valuable (in my mind) Jaworski, Carmichael, and Montgomery cards (which I still have today).
I couldn't wait for the Super Bowl. My best friend at the time was (and still is) an avid Raiders fan. He couldn't believe that I was turning on him and his team to support the Eagles! He was still ticked off at the Eagles because earlier that year Philadelphia played Oakland and beat them 10-6.
Coming into this Super Bowl, the Raiders were the "underdogs" (a new term to me that I would NEVER forget in the subsequent Eagles seasons). I was sure that my new favorite team was guaranteed a Super Bowl victory over the evil black-jerseyed Raiders!
Then reality set in, the game started, and Rod Martin of the Raiders was EVERYWHERE. He intercepted so many of Jaworski's passes that I think he started calling for a "fair catch" every time Jaworski dropped back to pass (a la John McKay of the Buccaneers). It was awful.
We managed one touchdown to Keith Krepfle (not even Montgomery or Carmichael!) and one Tony Franklin field goal. Despite the touchdown cutting the Raiders' lead to only two touchdowns (24-10), our defense: Bill Bergey, John Bunting, Randy Logan, etc. just couldn't stop Pumpkinhead Plunkett and his offense from getting into field-goal range.
They scored the final points of the game, bringing the final score to 27-10. At the end of it, I confess, I was 12-years old and crying like a baby. I don't know why. As a 12-year-old boy, I knew that crying was evil and make-fun worthy by every OTHER 12-year-old boy, but I couldn't help myself.
I sensed a great disappointment of missed opportunity. In fact, prior to that game, I NEVER had any emotional attachment to any team, besides maybe the little church soccer teams I played for. This was truly something I'd never felt before.
In hindsight, I believe that this newfound attachment was what made me a true Eagles fan. Even though I had never set foot in Philadelphia and was trapped in a mob-infested desert hellhole in Nevada, I was still emotionally attached to this football team on the other side of the earth.
Somehow, I came to identify with a professional team, "bled green" with, if you will, and Dick Vermeil was my new hero, and my destiny as an Eagles fan would forever be cemented, despite that loss to the Raiders in Super Bowl XV.
Part one ends with the Eagles reaching the Super Bowl. Part two will catalogue the excruciating tests of loyalty I was soon to face as a newborn Eagles supporter.
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2 months ago
Good article! Very interesting... and I'm glad to see that you're a fellow Eagles fan!
2 months ago
great article, and i always love seeing another philly fan on the site
2 months ago
Good stuff, Andrew. Looking forward to the next four installments.
2 months ago
Eagles fans are the most sub-human and vile persons on earth....They should be exterminated for the good of mankind.
2 months ago
C'mon Colin, that isn't fair.
2 months ago
translation: colin wishes he was an eagles fan
2 months ago
this is great stuff, i always like hearing how someone became the fan of a certain team.
growing up in New Orleans i was a saints fan but when i was abuot 5 or 6 my parents got me a miami dolphins helmet lamp b/c i liked their colors (and because they didn't make a NO saints one).
my first ever football game i attended was new orleans vs miami in the superdome with kenny stabler qb'ing the saints. the saints won 17-6 (i think) and ended my loyalty to the dolphins (even though it was my six year old fleeting loyalty).
my uncle then gave me a saints bobblehead from what looked like 1969 and my loyalty has stuck ever since. i still have that bobblehead.
2 months ago
Where do Eagles fans come from?... hell
2 months ago
Andrew, great article.
Admittedly, we grew up in a hostile sports environment in Philadelphia. As a child I went to the Vet anticipating the worse, yet loving every bit of it. You could see and feel the energy of many deeply disturbed Eagles fans and it's that emotion that drove me to a life long sentence of being a fan myself I saw things no child should see, but I would never trade those memories for a millon bucks.
I am proudly an Eagles fan!
Ask any REAL fan and they can tell you the first time they fell in love with their team. The hook may have been a player, relative, or a crazy neighbor. Whatever the mechanism might have been, and as long as you don't deviate from it, your the real deal. A true and loyal fan. It leaves a blue print that helps navigates around all the negativity and foolishness. Basically your mind tells you to love your team, love your city and love your degenerate brothers in green. Regardless if the guy next to you looks like an idiot and takes a wizz on an opposing fan.
Go Eagles!!!
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