The Q-View

The Fates obviously were shaking their collective heads at our Super Bowl hubris and decided this cannot come to pass (pun intended).

Darren Sproles.

“So, there.”

Jason Peters.

“They don’t get it.”

Jordan Hicks and Chris Maragos.

“Duh.”

Wentz.

We get it now.

Any Eagles fans out there surprised that catastrophe struck last Sunday afternoon?

Didn’t think so. As a matter of fact, what took so long?

As soon as the word “knee” was Twittered or uttered in connection with Carson Wentz, we knew what was coming. When it was revealed that he was OUT for the rest of the game a nano-second after we thought, “Maybe…”, we were 99% sure that the sports gods were punishing Philly again. And laughing.

Clinging to the slimmest of maybes, we had all night and the next morning to check social media, football sites, and Web M.D. for good omens before Doug Pederson crushed our football souls at his press conference.

Nicky Six, Eagles Nation turns its desperate eyes to you.

 

We are dumbasses.

The Fates have a game plan; it is just a matter of which option to choose.

Would it be crueler to have Nick Foles hurt and out for the season before the playoffs begin or to have a season-ending injury happen late in the NFC Championship game that puts the Eagles into the Super Bowl where Nate Sudfeld, who could be Nick Foles twin, would make his first pro start?

We are doomed.

And you know it.