With apologies to the late Dennis Green, the Eagles are who we thought they are

While some Eagles’ fans were painting themselves green after the team’s surprising 3-0 start, the more rational among us were not looking through green-tinted sunglasses.

The Birds have a few warts and they are growing bigger each week now that they are 3-2 after Sunday’s 27-20 loss to the Redskins at FedEx Field.

And as fate would have it, Sam Branford and the undefeated Vikes are coming to the Linc next weekend.

Don’t know about you, but I already can hear the howl of the wolf and the bleat of the lamb.

Can you spell uh-oh?

If so, can you spell Halapoulivaati Vaitai?

Didn’t think so. The Eagles’ fifth-round draft pick tried to fill in for the drug-addled Lane Johnson at right tackle. It didn’t go so well. Linebacker Ryan Kerrigan made mincemeat out of the kid, and at 320 pounds, that’s enough lunchmeat to treat everybody in India to lunch.

Halapoulivaati has as much trouble pass blocking as the rest of us have spelling and pronouncing his name.

Perhaps someday the rookie will be a credible tackle. After all, Leo Tolstoy wrote that time and patience are the strongest of all warriors. But nobody told the Russian author that the NFL stands for Not For Long.

With Vaitai impersonating a turnstile, Carson Wentz and the remainder of the Eagle O couldn’t do squat.

Compounding matters, the Eagle D simply couldn’t keep the Redskins off the field for long stretches. Philly defenders seemed to be impersonating pacifists.

The Birds also are as undisciplined as 3-year-olds. One week after committing 14 penalties against the Lions, they were charged with 13 Sunday.

Needless to say, they should refrain from celebrating Flag Day.

Just a thought, but throwing yourself in reverse is no way to go forward.

Thank you, Donald and Hillary

Dear Donald and Hillary,

My hearty congratulations to both of you outstanding Americans for exceeding the highest standards of integrity, statesmanship, civility, decorum and — most of all — truth.

With such towering pillars as our major presidential candidates, the future of our Republic is as gleaming as the New York City sewer system.



No debating that Hillary, ahem, trumped Donald

OK, this debate, as overly hyped as it was going into Monday night’s War of Words, wasn’t the stuff of Lincoln-Douglas or Kennedy-Nixon.

But Clinton-Trump was entertaining.

First of all, what the hell was with Snifflegate? The Donald had big-time sniffles. He said he didn’t have a cold or allergies. Said he had a bad mic. Sounded like he has bad sinuses. It was annoying enough to make one want to smack his hair around.

Hillary won the debate, which wasn’t all that difficult because Trump — touted as the Babe Ruth of debating by his campaign going into the verbal scrum — was more like Casey at the Bat.

She seemed at ease. He looked effortful.

Clinton — no surprise here — was better prepared but did sound overly rehearsed and robotic at times.

Trump was underprepared and undisciplined and after his strong start, Clinton had him on his heels.

My three biggest takeaways:

Clinton seemed presidentially poised, stout enough and astute enough and, yes, likable enough to smother Trump’s bullying.

Trump, who apparently by design muffled his bluster, was undressed by the split screen – he sighed, made faces, interrupted. Which didn’t translate into a very presidential personality and temperament.

She hammered him on his taxes and exposed him as hardly the populist he proclaims to be — undressing the supposed Messiah of the Masses.

All this being said, the debate likely didn’t change much although it may move the needle marginally in Clinton’s direction.

Trump’s supporters seem convinced that he’s their man, no matter what he does or says or doesn’t say.

Yep, this is an election like no other.

A miracle is breaking a sweat in Philadelphia!

While the Eagles do have Super Kid Carson at quarterback, another crackerjack rookie in head coach Doug Pederson, an offense that is allergic to turnovers, a dynamite defense designed by D-guru Jim Schwartz, and a 3-0 record after dismantling the supposedly elite Steelers 34-3 Sunday, I find it hard to believe that the Birds will finish as unbeaten Super Bowl champions.

Perspective is such a party-pooper.

Of course, perhaps they will hoist the Lombardi Trophy with one or two regular-season losses on their resume.

Do you believe in miracles?

Carson Wentz soon will be on the back of a Wheaties box

The Eagles now play in Carson City, Wentzsylvania.

Yep, the kid quarterback who plays like a poised vet owns the town after the Birds went to 2-0 with a 29-14 win over the Bears Monday night in Chicago.

Wentz’s passing numbers were not retina scorching although they could have been better if two long completions hadn’t been negated by a penalty and a drop — the latter of which would have been a touchdown.

What was so impressive about Wentz, who had limited college experience at a lower level and basically no preseason, was his sense of command.

He moves players around like he’s orchestrating a human chess match. He doesn’t need a second opinion to diagnose defenses. His pre-snap reads are crisp and decisive. His touch and accuracy aptly complement a very strong arm.

Perfect throws, perfect decisions, perfect reads usually don’t ride in tandem with a rookie QB.

The only thing he does wrong it is get hit hard too often. He should stop by a Phillies game and learn how to slide. He should run out of bounds instead of taking a cartwheeling hit near the sideline. He should throw the ball away instead of hanging in there for a second too long in the pocket.

Valor isn’t only a great attribute for an NFL quarterback.

Otherwise, start erecting Wentz’s statue outside the Linc.

He became the first quarterback in NFL history to win both starts the first two weeks of his rookie year and throw at least one touchdown with no interceptions in both games. Repeat after me: Has never been done before.

Hopefully The Boy Wonder is no passing fancy.

The Eagles’ Anointed One, at least for a day, is The Kid with the Golden Arm

Today was The Great Unknown.

Nobody had a damn clue how Eagles rookie QB Carson Wentz would do in his opening-game start.

After all, the kid hadn’t played all that much at a small school in North Dakota for gosh sakes and had played only a few snaps in the preseason opener before a couple ribs cracked like walnuts.

Apparently out of stillness comes swiftness and out of patience comes energy.

What Carson Wentz wrought in his debut was dazzling.

He completed 22 of 37 passes for 278 yards and two touchdowns, had zero turnovers, a 101 quarterback rating, and was eminently composed and poised in a 29-10 victory over the Cleveland Browns at the Linc on Sunday.

But before they rename Philadelphia Carson City, keep in perspective that these were the Browns, arguably the worst team in pro football.

Perhaps someday Wentz will be the lord of the manor with no limits to his dominion.

But it’s certainly a rush to judgment to proclaim that now.

Of course, now Great Expectations will be perched upon the kid’s shoulder pads.

Eagles fans are hungry for a franchise quarterback. And once they’ve had a taste, like a lion eating flesh, they never get over it.

9/11 … 15 years after

Fifteen years have slipped from the calendar since America swallowed a fireball of pain from terrorist attacks, a stiletto between the ribs of our homeland security.

For sometime people were wearing a death mask, the sort of fierce, unwavering expression you see on a gargoyle, frozen in malevolence.

We must never forget the vulnerability we all felt 15 years ago today and robustly embrace America Strong.

We also must move on, with our eyes focused on the future.

A future that includes some enlightened leadership.

Sadly that doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat on the horizon.

God bless America!