Since the past NFL regular season made as much sense as our political leadership(?), why should the NFL playoffs be any different?
That was the case Saturday night in Philadelphia, where the once unthinkable become more thinkable than a Washington think tank.
What was that about the New Orleans Saints not being able to win outside, let alone in the cold?
Forget that as if you were just struck with amnesia.
The Saints had that covered by switching Gatorade flavors from orange to green and buying new NBA-grade road sweat suits.
Two options I am utilizing the next time I wrestle with snow and ice on my driveway during this Ice Station Zebra winter.
What was that about the Saints not being able to run the football (nobody asks them to run the basketball or the baseball) and the Eagles not being able to NOT run the football?
What was that about the Saints not being able to stop people from running the football and the Eagles not being able to NOT stop people from running the football?
Forget all of that as if you were just struck with dementia.
Coming into this game, the Eagles ran for 5.1 yards per carry. That was best in the NFL. The Saints allowed 4.6 yards per carry, which was 26th in the NFL.
Meanwhile, the Saints ran for 3.8 yards per carry. That was 26th in the NFL. The Eagles allowed 3.8 yards per carry, which was 4th in the NFL.
Total rushing yards last night: Saints 185, Eagles 80.
Can you imagine that?
Well, it didn’t happen because of sorcery or supernatural intrusion.
The Saints knew they had a size advantage against the Eagles’ defensive front, so they hammered the Birds with a scorched earth (tough to do on a cold night) ground game.
Their last two third-and-1 conversions of the evening ensured the Saints could wind down the clock all the way to three seconds and slowly bleed the Eagles to a whiter shade of pale before Shayne Graham kicked the game-winning 32-yard field goal as time expired.
The line of scrimmage was simply the difference in the Saints’ 26-24 victory.
Granted, the Eagles’ defensive scheme aided and abetted the Saints. The Birds overloaded against the Saints’ usually high-flying aerial circus and instead got eaten up on the ground.
Even if you pick your poison, that doesn’t make it any more benign to swallow.
Meanwhile Eagles’ fans can find some solace in that while Chip Kelly lost, he sure as hell didn’t lose like Andy Reid lost Saturday.
Big Red looked like a pathetically sad parade float as he watched his Kansas City Chiefs blow a 28-point second-half lead in getting shocked by the Indianapolis Colts 45-44.
Like the dungeons of hell, the agony of defeat harbors different dimensions of suffering.