Once again the Eagles won’t win the NFL title this season.
They haven’t since 1960. The world of football and the world at large have changed underwear about a zillion times since then.
So if you’re a long-suffering Eagles’ fan, you have been ripped off like an Amish tourist in the French Quarter. You likely would have gotten a better deal on Elvis’ wristwatch or an Okefenokee time-share.
The Birds lost 27-22 to the Redskins Sunday. At least this week their effort was honest and intense.
Indeed, contact-averse tight end Zach Ertz, his manhood skewered on sports talk radio all week, rose like a phoenix from the ashes. He caught 10 balls for 112 yards and threw more blocks than a 2-year-old.
Meanwhile, Carson Wentz remains a work in progress but is exhibiting some promising omens. He did go 32 for 46 for 314 yards and a touchdown but had a killer of an interception and lost a fumble that decided the game.
Of course, that fateful fumble was set up by a Pro Bowl defensive end beating a fourth-string right tackle off the snap.
In some ways it also was Wentz’s best performance yet considering the adverse circumstances. On that ill-fated final drive in which he marched the Eagles 61 yards in a minute and a half, they were playing without three of their four running backs, two of their top four pass-catchers, their No. 2 tight end, and three of their five Week 1 starters on the offensive line (along with their top backup).
With a supporting case like that, it’s tough for a rookie QB to turn vinegar into champagne, coal into diamonds and Cracker Jacks into caviar.