No one here gets out alive. Aside from the absolute and irrefutable finality of Death itself, there’s always a chance. Even if it’s never been done before, there’s still a chance, however incomprehensibly galactic the odds may be. Unless the thing that’s never been done before is cheating Death. Weren’t you paying attention? Reaper done wrote all the fine print, bro.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon Philadelphia. Not to get all Armageddony here but things are looking pretty Biblical in the basement of the NFC East. It’s dank and poorly lit and there are spiders I think. Plus something from the Bible like the Angel of Death.
How does this happen?
Things fall apart.
The Eagles are often referred to as a model franchise. Classy. Burberry coats and cashmere scarves. They manage the cap, stock the roster and field a consistently competitive team that has won in double digits in eight of Andy Reid’s twelve full years in Philadelphia. Eight of twelve…
I guess the first thing I need to do here is test my assumption the Eagles have been all that with Andy Reid calling timeouts. The Eagles have been playoff-worthy 2 out of every 3 seasons with Reid. Put another way, 1 out of 3 seasons they’ve been also-rans. Reid has won 60% of the games he’s coached. He is tied with NFL legend Tom Landry and just two thousandths of a percentage point behind another NFL Legend, Bill Walsh (.607 to .609). On the other hand, those guys are dead. Andy Reid is coaching contemporaneously with Bill Belichick, who is rocking a .636 despite those five lost years wandering the cruel shores of Lake Erie.
Maybe none of that matters. In fact, I’m pretty sure none of it matters. What matters is the here and now. The here and now is that spider-infested basement of Death.
Peter King has them at #7 on his Fine Fifteen. Why not? The 49ers are 4-1-0 and +64 in points differential. Jim Harbaugh is some kind of pigskin sorcerer who has cast a Spell of Competence on QB Alex Smith. 11-5-0 looks like a very real possibility.
(A little reminder that God is capricious.)
Okay, +45 of that +64 came in the junk-punching of the Buccaneers (a “not as close as the score indicated” 48-3 final). If we project based on the first four game differential, the 49ers would be +24. Still respectable. Perhaps more importantly, that junk-punching happened. So, you know +64.
San Francisco 49ers. Buffalo Bills. Indianapolis. February.
It could happen.
Roll Credits
The title for this post references the Doors “Five to One.” It’s cool, and “Roadhouse Blues” is one of those songs I never get tired of but if I had to pick my all-time favorite Doors’ song I’d have go with “Peace Frog.”
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