Just a short few months ago Southern Tebow fans were being baptized Eagles faithful in the green waters of the Schuykill River. Since that moment Chip has cut their man, eight horrific quarters of football have been played and Chipbots all over the city have started to malfunction. But alas here comes the Holy Father. The only man holier than Tebow who can save this mess culture and scheme have made just so happens to be hijacking our fair city Friday through Sunday. Can’t be at a better time either with the Eagles heading to their miracle filled North Jersey Haven of the Meadowlands. A high dosage of blessings and a little prayer may overcome what culture and scheme so far has not. Crazier things have happened. Why not? Our SuperBowl dreams might hinge on the Holy Father but I have phaith. You may say I’m a dreamer, But I’m not the only one.