5 = ZERO: As I said the last time I did one of these, "I don't mind losing to another good football team on the road, but I mind losing like this." This was a game in which the Eagles never seemed competitive, and as such The Stages of Eagles Grief must be processed in order:

Denial: Seven days ago this team was on the verge of a first-round bye; now, it's over and Mark Sanchez is still playing? Really? The Andy Reid Never Loses His Playoff Opener Streak was just a statistical improbability and not a guarantee of future results?

Bargaining: We missed starting middle linebacker Stewart Bradley all season. Brian Westbrook was never fully back after his concussions, and as such neither was the rushing game. Maybe we just needed an Andrews brother on the offensive line, while DeSean Jackson and Jeremy Maclin just keep improving. With just a few tweaks, this team isn't that far away from where it needs to be. And we always knew this team wasn't quite as good as its potential playoff seeding suggested, that its grade was artificially inflated by having not played Dallas a second time yet.

Anger: And yet, it is so far away. Andy Reid still doesn't know how to do clock management, and couldn't figure out how to repeat last week's failure against Dallas this week. Once again, Donovan McNabb came up small in a playoff game, and it's infuriating. This team did nothing well against Dallas, in two straight weeks. Dallas. Ack. FAIL.

Despair: Having cast its lot with Andy Reid's contract extension through 2013, the big remaining question is whether Donovan McNabb returns at quarterback next year. There is no easy answer, and it may well be that McNabb is simultaneously the best answer among the viable alternatives and an insufficient one to lead this team to the championship we crave. This is a team that certainly may be good enough to go 10-6 next year (but, oy, that home out-of-division schedule), but not 12-4 or better, not en route to a championship team from where we sit now.

What follows is a cold winter for those Philadelphia sports fans like me who lack interest in ice hockey or the time to follow Villanova (or Temple) basketball, and a long thirty-nine days until Roy Halladay reports in uniform with his fellow pitchers and catchers in Clearwater.

Acceptance: Come again? Oh, yeah. The Phillies. The 2008 World Champion, 2009 National League Champion Philadelphia Phillies. That which leavens everything else sports-related which seems painful. This is no longer a city which lives and dies based on the green and white; it is on Chase Utley, Ryan Howard, Shane Victorino, Jimmy Rollins and the rest that our hopes reside. And Roy Halladay. Tonight's loss doesn't hurt as much as it would have a few years ago, because we've known the most likely path to a parade starts on the other side of Pattison Avenue. Spring is coming, sooner than you think.

HAVE YOU MET MY HUSBAND, GABRIEL COSMOPOLITAN? There is a little app floating around Facebook right now that takes a look at your first name and grades your parents on their naming originality. Nothing rocket-sciencey about it -- it takes a look at how popular your name was the year you were born, parses it in a couple of different ways, and that's more or less it. The fun part is that it then tells you what your parents might have named you if you had been born today. (Basically, if your name was #47 in 1975, then your name if born today is the #47 name from 2009.)

While I had no problem with my parents getting an F- for naming me Kimberly in 1971 -- it was the #4 name that year, having peaked in popularity in 1967 -- I feel more than a little besmirched by the suggestion that my 2009 name would be Madison.

YES, IT'S SO 2009 OF US: Those who are following us on Twitter may have noticed a new feature with which we're experimenting -- we're using the Twitterfeed service to let folks know whenever we have a new post. If that's of interest to you, sign up for the feed and do tell your friends.

Open thread for feedback on this, all the layout changes and anything else meta that's on your mind.

I KNOW WHAT YOU WATCHED LAST SUMMER: Here's a nice time sponge: Netflix data of the top 50 movies by zip code.

THE SECOND COMING OF THE PUPPY CHANNEL:I don't know that I've ever seen a movie trailer more likely to provoke divergent responses than the one for Babies. Yes, it's 2:25 of babies being babies, without any narration or anything else. At its core, there's an interesting sociological work there--the four babies being followed represent dramatically different cultures--but sociology doesn't sell, so we're instead left with a trailer that seems designed to be featured on Cute Overload. I'm not sure I can do 90 minutes of that. (Also awesome is that the trailer noted that the movie is rated PG for "cultural and maternal nudity throughout.")

GET THOSE BROKERS BACK IN HERE! TURN THOSE MACHINES BACK ON! TURN THOSE MACHINES BACK ON! Frozen Concentrated Orange Juice futures have reached a two-year high. (It is that time of year.)

BREAKING NEWS: Via Deadspin, uh, I guess former NBA great Scottie Pippen was attacked by midgets and felt like he needed to issue a press release?

People always talk about the-past-this-the-future-that, but you know what? The present is pretty damn cool too.