I am a fraud.
I had said in these pages that I don’t care about the NFL anymore. But there I was, in a bar, with friends, drinking beer, watching the best Philadelphia Eagle of my lifetime diminish the Washington Commanders’ will to live in the NFC Championship Game. Was that me pumping my fists to running back Saquon Barkley and applying phrases like “…
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