My whole life I’ve been a loser.

But then in 2017 we took the whole thing.

Sometime in the midst of that twelve months I signed myself up to the “official” Philadelphia Eagles season ticket registry, so I could rightfully use the verbiage “we.”

If I pass you and you’re wearing a jersey, all I am saying is “Birds,” no matter our location. Please do not reply with “thanks.”

January of 2017 held for me a very-near fatal automobile accident, and a subsequent lifetime of recovery that I am told will go along with it.

That same year, in its fall season, the Birds saved my life, saved my soul, saved my psyche.

They gave me some confidence back because after all, the Eagles hadn’t ever won anything and neither had I.

Now I’m a winner.