Egos and the Eagles


Football season is in full swing and I’m happier than a pig in…well, you get the point. At the office, I’m but a lone football enthusiast surrounded by 22 fanatical Phillies Phans (I shudder to think I just typed that) – to go from 24/7 football talk to 24/7 baseball talk is a hard, undesirable transition, but I digress.

With autumn, there are four things I always expect – the beautiful transitioning leaves, sweatshirt weather allowing me to show off my TU Pride (go Owls!), my birthday festivities and last, but certainly not least, the blatant disregard from NFL players for advice from PR camps and the never-ending “He Said, She Said” battle of wits – or lack thereof.

The most recent display of brilliance comes from the one for whom I have so much pent-up hatred and aggression. Michael Vick, in my personal and steadfast opinion, is a poor excuse for a human being who hasn’t changed but only became a better actor. After the Eagles 29-16 collapse on Sunday – GO GIANTS! – Vick took to the media in a fiery fit. Whining is certainly an understatement and it was obvious that his PR camp had no say in this post game interview. For a man who preaches responsibility, leadership and accountability, Vick threw caution to the wind and ragged on everyone from referees to the Giants’ D-line – the only person unaccountable for his poor play and countless injuries was himself. Vick had this to say while driving off in his overpriced Tonka truck:

Looking at the replays, I’m on the ground every time, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t frustrated. The refs have got to do their jobs. And I mentioned it to the refs in training camp when I talked to them. I’m on the ground constantly, all the time. Every time I throw the ball, I’m on the ground. And I don’t know why I don’t get the 15-yard flags like everybody else does.

Really, Mikey? Your version of a great play is scurrying into a wall of linemen three times your size because you genuinely want to play every position on the field.  As soon as you leave that pocket, you forfeit your quarterback rights in my personal opinion and begin playing a different position, altogether. I am honestly astonished that you weren’t more seriously injured. Could the reason that you are on the ground “every time” simply be because your offensive line is weak? No – couldn’t be.

I imagine sirens were blaring in Joe Banner’s bat cave because less than 24 hours later, Vick had a huge change of heart (almost as quickly as when he realized “dogfighting is a terrible thing” and that he “rejects it”).

The refs have to do their jobs, and they have tons of things to look over. I was kind of out of character and being too candid in that aspect. Ultimately, I have respect for the referees and their decision to make calls. You won’t hear me complaining about it no more.

Ah, yes. The ever celebrated Eagles PR team to the rescue once again. I wonder if it was known just how much of a time-sucking vortex would be created since PR is responsible for monitoring Vick and Jackson, along with the newest acquisition of Vince Young, who genuinely enjoys referring to himself in the third person and laughing at his own jokes. One bang-up dream team you got there, coach.

It is sad if only for the reason that a select few ruin it for the rest of the league. There are a ton of guys who participate community days, help Habitat for Humanity or visit disabled children, but all of that is lost with one or two exaggerated, annoying and uppity mumbles that completely consume media coverage.

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Something Better is Coming? But This is the Best.


What are my “favorite” inspirational words that have verbally assaulted me nearly everyday since graduation?

“Don’t worry. If you don’t get this position, something better is coming.”

Now, I thoroughly appreciate these kind Hallmark-inspired words, but the definition of ‘better’ is different for everyone. What happens if the position that I am fighting for is, in my mind, the best? How can anything possibly one-up a…dream job?

Today, I had my second round of interviews for the internship with the Philadelphia Eagles. I had been obsessing over this position since my first round of interviews in April (as I have mentioned in prior posts). In the 24 hours leading up to my 11am interviews, I heard those twelve little words from acquaintances, friends, family, and supervisors. I cannot take it anymore; I love the support and confidence, but a few too many pats on the back makes me wonder if everyone is preparing me for the “Thanks but no thanks” phone call.

I am a very superstitious person, and hearing “…but something better is coming” fills my usually cheery mind with scariness, spiders and sadness. As Buddha once said, “All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.” I see myself working in that office, loving my job and feeling blessed to have been given the opportunity to prove myself in the PR/Community Relations world of sports entertainment.

You know the saying, “Seeing is believing.” Well how about “Believing is becoming.”

I live by this phrase. Try and fill me with doubt, but I see myself getting this position and that is half of the battle.


On Cloud 9…For Now


I finally got a call back for the interview that took place at the end of April (trust me, waiting that long to hear back was torturous). I will be the first to say… I. AM. ECSTATIC.

Judging by my level of excitement, you’d probably think they offered me the position. However, you’d be wrong. I scheduled a second interview for two weeks from tomorrow (yes, more waiting).

But something is very different about this time. While waiting for other interviewers to return my phone calls and emails since graduation, I found myself thinking about this position. I would just say to myself, “I’m just greedy, I want it all.” But now, when I look back at the past six weeks of “unemployment” during my post-grad status, I noticed that this position has been in the back of my mind the entire time. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about this position and how it can AND will change my life. I have even written several blog posts about it!

I can envision myself working with this franchise, forming relationships and enjoying the countless hours at the office, on the field or commuting to and from work. From the beginning of this blog, I have preached about doing what you love, and this is my passion.

Keep your fingers crossed for both myself and my friend (who is fighting for a similar position) and I will let you know when we get the position. <=== I have to keep a good attitude. “The Secret” says so.

We Were Made For Each Other