Last year the Eagles’ once vaunted Gang Green morphed into gangrene. And they were more boring than Blandon, PA after dark.
Not this year. The Birds definitely are more exciting than a molasses manufacturers convention.
They’re now 3-3 and atop the terrible NFC East after today’s 31-20 win over the Bucs in Tampa.
Granted, the Bucs suck. But their defense doesn’t.
Which is why Nick Foles, in his first start of the season since Michael Vick’s hamstring is slightly unstrung, was more impressive than a cordial Nick Saban press conference.
Foles was throwing spirals that could slide into an ATM across the street, nestling in his receiver’s arms like new-born babies air mailed to their mothers (enough to put The Stork on unemployment).
Foles finished 22 of 31 for 296 yards, three touchdowns, an OMG rushing touchdown, and no interceptions.
If he had been anymore precise, he now would be a CPA.
Even with his cement spikes, Foles seems a great fit for Chip Kelly, who actually played quarterbacks who weren’t jackrabbits at Oregon.
DeSean Jackson had six catches for 64 yards and two touchdowns, while slow-footed Riley Cooper somehow found some jets in his tootsies and had four receptions for 120 yards and a TD.
LeSean McCoy, more elusive than a water bug with rubber knees, rushed for 116 yards and added 55 receiving yards.
That’s a whole lotta O.
Unlike Vick, who has more overthrows than the Arabs and struggles in the red zone like it’s chemistry class, Foles doesn’t need a GPS to find the end zone once he’s inside the 20.
Here’s hoping that Vick’s hamstring isn’t a fast healer.