Humans Win Big, Wreck Bigger: A Cat's Eye View of Philly's Feathered Frenzy

Philadelphia wins a sports game, immediately forgets how doors work. A tale as old as time.

Let me set the scene: The Eagles (that's a type of bird, for those keeping track) win a game. Humans are happy. So far, so good.

But then—and this is where it gets interesting—they decide the best way to celebrate is to destroy their own city. Street signs? Gone. Cars? Flipped. That one light pole that never hurt anyone? Climbed and subsequently broken.

As a cat who's knocked over my fair share of water glasses, I can appreciate chaos. But this? This is chaos without purpose. At least when I knock something over, I'm testing gravity. What are humans testing? The structural integrity of public property?

The irony is palpable: They celebrate winning by creating a scene that looks like they lost. Badly.

Maybe next time, try what we cats do after a victory: Take a nap. It's cheaper, less destructive, and far more civilized.