OK, we all know that shoveling snow or driving in snow can be a bigger pain in the butt than an infected boil.
But playing in the snow?
Dad gum it, now THAT’s fun!
Granted, the surprise Snow Bowl at the Linc Sunday for the first 2 1/2 quarters was about as much fun for the Eagles as a root canal without Novocaine or Jameson Irish whiskey.
It wasn’t supposed to snow until the second half and then it was supposed to be lighter than an anorexic.
Instead when the game started the Linc looked like a snow globe on steroids.
I haven’t seen so much whiteout since I was typing up term papers in college.
The teams didn’t need offensive lines, they needed dog sleds.
And with the visibility of Stevie Wonder proportions, they needed dog sleds populated by seeing eye dogs.
But when the snow tapered and stopped, it was a Winter Wonderland Playground for the Birds as the visiting Lions melted faster than Frosty on a 90-degree day.
Indeed, with 6:37 remaining in the third period, the Eagles were trailing 14-0 and matters look more bleak than the cobalt gray sky.
Then LeSean McCoy, who under normal conditions flourishes best when he exquisitely and quickly changes direction and makes people miss more badly than weather forecasters, began running north and south as if only he were receiving a magnetic charge from both the North and South Poles.
McCoy scooted through the snow for a franchise-record 217 yards, an avalanche of 166 yards in the second half.
The Eagles finished with 299 yards rushing against a defense that didn’t allow a TD on the ground in the previous eight games and came in allowing the third-fewest yards rushing per game (82.7).
But those games had been played when the field wasn’t smothered in layers of Mother Nature’s white frosting.
And so it came to pass (or rather run) that the Eagles snowballed their way to a transcendent and surreal 34-20 triumph, their fifth straight win as they reached 8-5.
Memories of the Snow Ball undoubtedly will be frozen in the memory banks of Iggles Nation.
Snow began falling two hours before kickoff and then cascaded with a blinding intensity after the game started.
Workers used shovels and hand-held blowers to clear off yard lines. Conditions were so poor that neither team tried a field goal, and there were 2-point conversion attempts after seven of the eight TDs.
The field conditions made for some bizarre big plays as traction Sunday was about as non-existent as a Kim Kardashian doctorate thesis on biochemistry.
For instance, the Lions’ Jeremy Ross looked like a downhill skier schussing for a 58-yard TD punt return and a 98-yard TD kickoff return.
Dialing long distance for the Birds were McCoy with touchdown bolts of 57 and 40 yards and Chris Polk with a 38-yard scoring scamper.
Nick Foles would have had a 37-yard touchdown toss to Brent Celek in the dying minutes, but Celek voluntarily and unselfishly slid down at the 10 so the Eagles could run out the clock.
Foles, who finally threw a pick after starting the season with 19 scoring passes, had connected for 44 yards to Riley Cooper, who made a twisting over-the-shoulder catch, one play before hitting DeSean Jackson in the back of the end zone for a 19-yard TD that cut it to 14-6.
The Lions, who often have more turnovers than a bakery even when playing indoors, were slapstick comedians with frostbit fingers mishandling the snowy football Sunday, fumbling seven times and losing three of them.
Amazingly, the Eagles fumbled only once and recovered it.
Yep, the Birds are quite the Snowmen.
I can just hear Dean Martin crooning Let It Snow!