Legendary running back Steve Van Buren has died, perhaps the greatest Eagle of all time (either him or Church Bednarik). Eagles fans who never knew who van Buren was, who weren’t alive when he played, have been making a big deal taking time to remember the legend. This got me thinking as to why so much attention is being paid to a man who played more than 60 years ago. This is my reason why I join them in remembering the man who made Eagles fly:
When I was a kid growing up in South Central PA, I inherited a city, Philadelphia, as my home for professional sports. I grew up loving the Flyers, the Sixers, the Phillies, and most of all, the Philadelphia Eagles. At an early age, by the time I was all of 9 years old, the Green and White was in my blood. The site of those eagle wings on that green helmet gave me tremendous joy.
I latched on to a team not knowing anything about their history. I only knew coach Vermeil, Harold Carmichael, our star Wide Receiver, Bill Bergey, number 66 in the middle, Wilbert Montgomery and the Polish Rifle, Ron Jaworsky. I had no idea the love affair I was entering into, and the decades of close calls and disappointments I was committing myself to by signing up to the Green and White.
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