The Eagles could have found something more productive to do this afternoon in Glendale, Arizona.
Search for new friends on Facebook.
Wait for Godot.
Read Mitt Romney’s tax returns.
Search for Barack Obama’s birth certificate.
Hang out at the hotel pool and do cannonballs.
Wonder if people wear underwear in the afterlife.
Twiddle their thumbs.
Count the number of cashes in their hotel room minibar.
Get some bodyguards and a faster clock for Michael Vick.
The Arizona Cardinals now are an improbable 3-0 after starching Philadelphia 27-6.
The Eagles’ meek pass rush never ruffled Kevin Kolb, who even gets panicky in crowded elevators.
Meanwhile the Cards hit Vick more often than Floyd Mayweather’s fast hands hit the speed bag.
A reshuffled Eagles OL didn’t help and Vick will never learn that you can’t hold onto the ball until hell freezes over. Especially when you’re in Arizona.
You knew the Eagles were going to plummet to 2-1 on the last play of the first half. It was a sequence that summarized the whole game more succinctly and eloquently than even an accomplished wordsmith like yours truly can do.
The Eagles were threatening to score a touchdown when Vick dropped back but did not see the weak-side safety blitz. Kerry Rhodes blindsided Vick, pummeling him to the ground and knocking the ball out of his hands. Arizona’s James Sanders scooped up the fumble and returned it 93 yards for a touchdown.
Instead of 17-7 it was 24-0. You didn’t have to be a math major to know that added up to a whole lot of doo-doo.
Afterwards, Andy Reid fell on the sword. And you know it had to be a helluva sharp sword.
“I have to get my football team ready to play; I did a terrible job this week,” Reid said.
God knows what Jeff Lurie said.