We had ourselves quite a Philly Phun-day this past Sunday! Philly vs. NY. Good guys vs. Bad guys. Eagles vs. Giants. Phils vs. Yankees. Passionate Fans vs. Douche-bag Idiots. Gotta love it!

We got to the Forest (our new name for FDR park...where we have been banished to!) around 8am. We set up the full tailgate this time. Big-ass speakers, DJ equipment, HD LCD TV, PS3, Beer Pong, Washers, Cornhole - EaglesMD was back! Well...sort of. 

The "Jersey Guys" came to the forest to tailgate with us. We really appreciated it! The forest isn't exactly close...to anything...except a few flocks of geese. We had some money Buffalo Chicken Dip (and SHITTY chips...thanks DANIELLE!). And some pepperoni roll...for breakfast.

For the 2nd week in a row, a game of washers ended with a washer landing on the edge of the board, ending the game immediately. WTF! So again, Tim and I were salted. We took our punishment like men. Running and screaming as the salt burned our eyes and flesh. There was a 2nd game of washers...and a second salting of Tim and Brian. We used to be so dominate. The forest has zapped us of our skills. We even lost at cornhole! I NEED TO SALT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING!

Mark tried out a new recipe. It was Balls-Out! Pork Calzones! Marinated Pork Chops...stuffed with ham, provolone, peperoni, and a pickle. It doesn't get better than that...trust me! I'll get the recipe up on the website soon.

Then came one of the greatest demolitions of the NY Football Giants that I can remember. Yelling at the top of my lungs at Giants/Yankee fans at the Linc was never so fun! Way to go Birds!

Coming back to the tailgate...someone near us set off some fireworks. Weak Sauce! We let go 3-4 huge mortars! Scared the piss out of everyone around us! They said "whoa guys...they'd probably look better at night." My response was "Don't worry...we have plenty!" Slowly getting back to normal!

We were on such a high after the game, Mark and I got online in the van and bought World Series Tix from StubHub. Tim and Mike partied in the forest and watched the 4pm games and WS...while Mark and I hunted down a printer at the Will-Call window at Citizens Bank. It sux that the Phils couldn't duplicate the excitement of the Birds from a few hours earlier...but it was a day to remember fo sho! (side note: The Roast Pork sandwich with Broccoli Rabe from Tony Lukes is bomb-ass P!)

All-in-all - a GREAT day in Philly...as usual! Bring on the Cowgirls...NFC East is OURS! (pics from the Eagles and Phils game should be up before the weekend!)

Well...the day has come. EaglesMD has been removed from D3 - and all lots run by the little bastards in yellow coats. Those guys are actually all pretty cool. The only real problem was the little prick known as "The douche bag on the golf cart." You know who we're talking about. I hope to God that he's reading this too. What a dick he is. I guess when you turn 60 years old and the highlight of your life is driving around a parking lot picking up trash and yelling at people who had more going on from 6am-7am then you had in the last 30 years of your life....

 Anyway. Back to the story. So we set up our glorious tailgate. It took about an hour. We had just poured the first beers and got the tunes playing. The Golf Cart Douche Bag (GCDB) is ridin' dirty. He pulls up and walks around our setup. "Take it down - you guys are through. You burned a tent last week and we've had tons of complaints about your porno music and fireworks. And I think one of you got my wife pregnant." (I'm kidding about that last part...there's no way anyone would marry that ass clown.) "I'm gonna get some cops and come back because I'm a fucking pussy." (I'm dead serious...that's exactly what he said.)

So the GCDB rolls up 3 minutes later with 2 of Philly's finest. (They were cool as hell by the way.) He says "you guys probably don't even have season tickets." Nice try dick-licker. We say "No, we don't." We ask for proof of complaints. He has none. (much like brains, or man-hood). He says give me your names and email addresses and I'll have some ass from the Eagles get in touch with you about the complaints. Again, nice try. I mean...we hit each other with sticks and drink until we can't see every Sunday...but we aren't idiots! So he eventually leaves and we hang with the cops while we pack up. One of the officers said "Man, I feel bad - it seems like you guys were the life of the party over here." People were coming from all around asking what was going on and wondering what they were going to do now that EaglesMD was gone. One dude grabbed the cops gun and blew his brains out. People were devastated. (about us leaving, not the dead guy.)

So we hit the road. We go to the other side of Philly. Pull into a lot. Ask the attendant if this lot is a "Wachovia Lot"- he says NOPE! We drive around and find a potential new home. Before we can put it in park, 3 lot attendants pull in behind us and tap on the window. "Not you guys...not here." We said "why?" They said they have meetings about us every week. I said we weren't even here for the last tailgate. He said "I KNOW! We had a meeting about it!" Get a fucking life pal! Outside of a few cracked ribs - nobody has ever been hurt at an EaglesMD tailgate. 

So we leave lot #2 and head to the park across from the Wachovia Center. We find a spot. Not too crowded. The first thing we hear when we get out is fucking geese. GEESE! We look around and I spot a squirrel. 10 minutes later Mike sees a wolf walking out from behind a tree. Where the fuck are we? I want to tailgate, not go on safari! So we pour some boxed wine into a can and play some washers. After a game or two, we set up one of the speakers and play some tunes. We salt the losers. Nobody likes salting another human being...but we do it anyway.

A dad comes over with about an hour to go with one of his kids. "Hey...nice set-up!"

And so it begins.

EaglesMD will live again. You've won the battle Golf-Cart-Douche-Bag...the war rages on. We will rebuild. We will be stronger, and wiser. You will get older...and dumber...and your dick will probably get smaller. (Can you tell we hate this mother fucker?)

Anyway, if you've enjoyed this little story, tell me about it in the comments. Give us some suggestions for a new spot to party. One that's not controlled by Nazi. Give us some real-estate and we'll show you the best time of your life! Ain't no party like an EaglesMD party. Until next time...