Yes, I care. Sue me. This season--where, back in September everyone called this season a "rebuilding year," where the fans believed that the team wouldn't do more than have a few more wins than losses, where (in the pre-season) the team saw its best quarterback move to a rival team and then lost to that rival and then whupped that rival, where the team relied on a third string ex-con quarterback who took more punishment week after week than a boy at a British boarding school to keep winning game after game and place the team as NFC East Champs--was one of the greatest narratives in Eagles season history. Now it's over. My dreams of an all-Pennsylvania Superbowl fade yet again.
And yes, it ended in a familiar way. The team wasn't crushed by a superior defense. A superior opponent didn't take the team down. In the last minute of the game, our quarterback threw an interception instead of a game-winning touchdown. It's called choking. Like sometimes happens at wedding receptions--you know, weddings. Where there are bridesmaids. Bridesmaids who feel like they will always be bridesmaids, never...
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