Last season at BGN, I helped organize Eagles tailgates for Birds fans who might not have had their own spot to hang out before going into games at the Linc. It was awesome. I flew the Bleeding Green Nation flag high and with pride, drank some cold ones, ate some scrapple for breakfast and cheesesteaks for lunch and mingled with my fellow Eagles fans. I had people from Maine to North Carolina and everywhere in between come through. It was a kelly and midnight green melting pot of Eagles glory.
Obviously, that won’t be happening this year.