Jesus Christ, Smith. First off, all the credit in the world to Dunphy. He’s the new Lord Of Philly, and the fact I didn’t pour a cold 40 into the Phanatic for good luck will haunt me forever. But holy hell I’ve seen batter days/lives.
For reference to how far the mighty have fallen, here’s what we looked like just about 18 months ago:
Now? Between the grey hair, gullet getting bigger by the day, and drinking water at a Birds tailgate, it’s either time for a change – Or be put down. Nothing in between. Time to go to war. Again.