Talk about one shining moment.
Where did THIS Eagles’ season come from?
Surprising. Shocking. Surreal. Sublime.
Indeed, good enough to eat and good enough to toast with the most expensive champagne.
The Birds hammered the Cowboys 30-0 in the second half Sunday night en route to a resounding 37-9 victory that put a hammerlock on the NFC East title.
It truly was Doomsday in Dallas.
It no longer is pure folly to harbor Super Bowl fantasies for Eagles’ fans.
Granted, at this delicious juncture, calling them fantasies may no longer be applicable.
I guess a lot of folks have been walking around with broken moral compasses, sexually harassing women (and some men), disrespecting them and treating them like sexual objects instead of human beings.
When women started revealing to the world (apparently the inside Hollywood elite knew for years) that Harvey Weinstein was The Pig of Pigs, it opened a floodgate and now it seems as if sexual harassment has been a national epidemic for years.
Sort of ironic that Thanksgiving is fast approaching. After all, the Pilgrims supposedly were so straight-laced about sex that they wore straightjackets to bed.
With pro football washing up on the shoals, groping just may be the real national pastime.
A damn shame.
Next time somebody tells you that people, not guns, kill people, tell them that people and guns are comrades in arms!
Jared Goff and Carson Wentz went 1-2 to the Rams and Eagles, respectively, in the 2016 NFL draft.
Unlike the 1-2 scenario of Peyton Manning and Ryan Leaf in the 1998 draft, at this stage it doesn’t seem to be the case that either Goff or Wentz will flame out like a falling star like Leaf.
Goff and Wentz are two of the bright young quarterbacks in the league. Golden boys with golden arms and golden dreams.
Sunday they both threw four touchdown passes as the Rams whipped the Giants 51-17 to reach 6-2 and the Eagles hogtied the Broncos 51-23 to go 8-1.
Picking quarterbacks who robustly ripen mostly is a fool’s errand. For every stud there is a bust.
So far it seems the Rams and the Eagles found it as easy as picking corn in 2016.
You have to give it to the Trump administration … it has been spectacularly entertaining since its inception.
Never mind that our Fearless Leader, aka Donald Trump, has said that it runs with the synchronization of a Swiss watch.
That is fake news.
Apparently colluding with the Russians is something Trump folks have more than dabbled in. Perhaps Hillary Clinton, too.
God, isn’t America sweeter than apple pie?
No wonder that Sarah Huckabee Sanders always looks like she either swallowed a lemon or a cockroach. Or perhaps both.
It was a magical Monday night for the Philadelphia Eagles.
Carson Wentz was laying down his Superman cover in a big way, completing 68 percent of his passes for 268 yards, four touchdowns and a gaudy passer rating of 126.3.
But his Houdini impression on a remarkable scramble was perhaps his most memorable moment. On 3rd-and-8 at the beginning of the fourth quarter, Wentz was seemingly sacked well behind the line of scrimmage. At least everyone thought. But that’s when the 6-5, 237-pound quarterback somehow emerged from the pile and scrambled ahead for 17 yards.
The Birds are 6-1 and Super Bowl fever in the Delaware Valley sprawling all the way to good ol’ Berks is getting contagious.
A big however … the Eagles confirmed the bad news Tuesday: Linebacker Jordan Hicks and left tackle Jason Peters are out for the season.
Hicks ruptured his Achilles two snaps into the Eagles’ 34-24 win over the Redskins on Monday Night Football. Peters was carted off in the second half with a torn ACL and MCL.
That is a double ouch on both sides of the football.
Next man up is the philosophy.
But as we have seen countless times, all men were not created equal when it comes to football ability.
The Eagles are 4-1 and a familiar, fundamental impulse stirs within Iggles Nation — the possibilities seem enormous.
And before the Earth turns much farther, will the Birds still be awesome to behold?
Philly plays the 4-1 Panthers Thursday night at Carolina.
After that game, will Carson Wentz & Company still be able to look in the mirror, see that all is good on the march to the Super Bowl, and be pleased?
Nobody, of course, really knows. Which is why they play the game.