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!

The Future Is Now! Howie Roseman reaps a fortune in draft picks for Sam Bradford and accelerates the arrival of Carson Wentz

Love him or loathe him, Howie Roseman has balls. And I’m not talking footballs.

This guy likely would barter with Beelzebub. Even with the season opener just a week away.

Roseman may look and sound like a nerd, but the squeaky squirt is a swashbuckler.

The guy who signed Sam Bradford to a contract extension, overpaid handsomely for backup quarterback Chase Daniel, and then traded away a posse of draft picks to move up to pluck Carson Wentz with the No. 2 pick in the NFL draft, pulled off a no-brainer blockbuster Saturday.

Roseman capitalized big time on the Minnesota Vikings’ desperate straits and bought back the Eagles’ future by dealing the lameduck Bradford to the Vikes for a 2017 first-round pick and a 2018 fourth-round pick.

Since the Birds didn’t have a No. 1 draft next year and are hosting the NFL draft, this trade dramatically fills that void.

And that 2018 fourth-round pick could become a third or even a second-round pick, based on how successful Bradford is with the Vikings — who lost quarterback Teddy Bridgewater to a catastrophic season-ending knee injury this week.

The Viking’ decision to pony up a king’s ransom, to coin a phrase, was a matter of stimulus and response. The other guys on their QB depth chart essentially are unarmed. Not a good thing when you have Super Bowl aspirations.

The super swap, of course, more than wrinkles the surface of the Eagles’ upcoming season and future.

This year’s outlook for the Birds’ season likely has dimmed a bit but the trade potentially could brighten their long-term outlook.

Roseman has opted to dance on the thin thread between short-term sacrifice and long-term reward.

At the moment, Daniel is penciled in as the team’s starting quarterback, but things could change quickly.

Despite his cracked ribs and playing only in the first preseason game, Wentz showed a lot this summer and likely can take the reins before the end of the season.

Granted, the precious reps he could have had by playing in all four preseason games would have accelerated his readiness.

Daniel, based on what he displayed in the preseason, probably will be terrible. If so, the Wentz Era could arrive faster than ludicrous speed.

Perhaps Doug Pederson will begin the transition by working in Wentz for a handful of series each game the same way Andy Reid did with Donovan McNabb as a rookie when Pederson was the caretaker starter.

Whenever Wentz does assume the mantle as being the air to the throne instead of the mere heir to the throne, rabid Eagles’ fans will be lighting extra candles in church that his legend soon swells like a blowfish.

And praying that the rookie QB’s legacy doesn’t blow up in infamy.

After all, bust is a nasty four-letter word in NFL parlance.