Crying is a common human action. It can happen over something sad. But sometimes happy tears can flow. They typically will flow on some of the great days of our lives.

Sunday, February 4, was one of the greatest days of my life. My Philadelphia Eagles defeated the New England Patriots to win Super Bowl 52.

Sad, right? Sad that one of the greatest days of my life had to do with sports.

Well, sports have always been a large part of my life. I only played organized sports up until my freshman year of high school, but I have watched sports my entire life. I have invested my life into sports and certain teams. Especially in the Eagles. I have been a fan since I was 11 years old. I fell in love with former Eagles quarterback Donovan McNabb, and the rest is history.

I have witnessed losing seasons, a lot of losing seasons. Some winning seasons, but only a few winning seasons. Some miracles. I have witnessed my team roster be demolished by one coach whose head was so far up his behind that he couldn’t see daylight. I watched my franchise crumble right in front of me. But then I saw a coach, a group of brothers, and a city of loyal fans come together to create the best season of all time.

So on Sunday, when the clock read 0 and the confetti began to fall from the ceiling of US Bank Stadium, I couldn’t help but collapse onto my knees. As I sat on my knees, tears began to fall from my eyes just as the confetti fell from the ceiling. All of the emotions and memories of past seasons came at me like a freight train. And I couldn’t get out of the way. I let it all out, all of the raw emotion that had been built up inside of me.

Some people will say it is ridiculous to cry over sports. But those people obviously don’t know what it means to be a loyal sports fans. When you have invested so much into a team and they finally achieve greatness, you can’t help but show emotion.

Take Cubs fans, for example. Their team had not won a title in 108 years. When it finally happened, we witnessed grown men cry. Families hugged and cried on each other’s shoulders. They might have not played an inning, but they still felt as if they were a part of the magical season. And that is how I feel. I may have not played a down, but I still feel like I just won a championship.

This wasn’t the first time I cried over sports. I cried when the Warriors lost to the Cavs in The Finals two years ago. I cried when the Eagles lost a game against the Redskins that knocked them out of playoff contention. And I cried when the Giants won the world series. All three times. Crying and sports goes hand in hand with me. And I am not ashamed. Just look at my Facebook page. I obviously have no shame, considering I am the one who posted a video of myself crying after the Eagles won.

So, the question is, is it acceptable to cry over sports? Some would lead you to believe it is wrong. I, for one, have been there. So, I think it is perfectly natural.

The way I see it, crying is a part of life. Sports are a part of life. So why wouldn’t crying over sports be a part of life?

I can tell you one thing. Sunday was not the last day I cry over sports. It will happen again. And when it does, I will once again have no shame.