The Big Game

Dad and I caught a bit of the Super Bowl last night. Here I am staring in disbelief at the Eagles' feeble attempt at a two-minute drill near the end of the big game. I mean, with three minutes left and down by ten, could you at least jog to the line of scrimmage? Whatever, the best thing to come out of Philly since 1787 has been a sammich, and even that's not that good.