FLABBERGASTED: The window crack through which the Eagles could enter the playoffs today to enter the NFL playoffs was staggeringly narrow -- the pigskin equivalent of going five million dollars in debt, having one rival fall in Iowa due to anti-Mormon sentiment with the Iowa winner unable to capitalize on said victory, another rival waiting until week twelve to start playing football and a third simply falling asleep when the game was about to begin.
Yet here we are. In the playoffs, again, with a team good enough to beat the Steelers and Falcons (at home) while splitting with the Giants; bad enough to tie the Bengals and get swept by the Washington club. And good enough to capitalize off every Dallas mistake today to turn a 3-3 nailbiter into a 44-6 asswhipping so complete that words cannot describe the giddiness at the Linc tonight. A crowd that showed up not even expecting this game to matter gathered on the concourses to cheer on the Oakland Raiders, then quickly filed into their seats for one of those games that we'll be talking about in the future with the same glee that The Tommy Hutton Game still gives us tsuris.
I cannot explain this maddening, ridiculous team, and I have no hope for them to advance far in the playoffs. But, hey, we're in. What a year for Philadelphia sports.
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