Sandwiched between a coming-out party of sorts on national TV in Washington and an emotional home game against Andy Reid's Chiefs was this game. The Chargers had just coughed up a huge lead against the Texans and blown their season opener in a manner very befitting of head coach Norv Tur...wait, what?
So even with this game being the home opener and the Philly debut of Chip Kelly, the Chargers game was almost an oversight. Naturally, what usually happens in overlooked games happens - the Eagles ran headfirst into a dumb, purple trap. (If you're gonna beat us, at least have the decency to do it in those beautiful periwinkle jerseys. Home, away, alternate, don't care. Just wear them all the time, for crying out loud).
It was an exciting, back-and-forth affair, but those are a lot more fun to go over when it's a W. Regardless, I have a job to do, so let's get this over with. First
Nobody, and I mean nobody, works harder to get kick returns
out to exactly the 25-yard line than Damaris Johnson.
Things start looking pretty similar to last week, with
Jackson and Avant getting quick completions. Speaking of working hard, nobody works
harder to make a three-yard gain out of a two-yard loss than Shady McCoy.
Legitimate MVP possibility here.
Vick eventually takes a sack, though, and then gets hurried
by Dwight “I’m Still Alive, Guys” Freeney. Punt time.
It takes no later than the first San Diego play from scrimmage
for Nate Allen to grab Ryan Mathews’ face mask.Phil Rivers guides the offense pretty effortlessly down the
field for a guy who perpetually looks mad that his mom is making him make his
own grilled cheese sandwich for once.
Hmph.
Hmph.
BUT MAAAAAHHHHHHMMMM!
Connor Barwin notches a sack to slow down the drive,
and Danny Hard-On-Blow-Job can’t penetrate deep enough through the defense to
pick up a first. Nick “Not Nate Kaeding” Novak boots one right down the pipe
from 48. 3-0.
First play of the next drive, McCoy takes a wheel route
catch and runs forever and ever. The 70-yard catch is the longest of his
career. Brian Westbrook career-long was 62. Carry on.
After a couple Bryce Brown runs up the gut (Shady is on the
sideline hurt/tired/scaring the shit out of everyone), Vick rolls out on third
and goal from the 2 and hits James Casey as he stumbles into the end
zone…except the ball squirts out while he rolls across the goal line. No catch,
no touchdown, and no more touches for James Casey for the next eight weeks.
The field goal unit comes on to tie it, but the Eagles get
flagged for somehow lining up in an illegal field goal formation, because it’s
apparently possible to fuck that up too.
"Wait, really?"
Henenenenenererererey knocks it in
anyway, though. 3-3.
Chargers get backed up by a penalty on the kick return, but
Rivers goes right back to picking the secondary apart. Malcolm Floyd makes a catch near the
sideline that could’ve just as easily been complete as incomplete. Refs call it
a catch. Chip challenges and loses. Mad props to anyone who gets this.
Also, I'm really sorry.
A swing pass to Danny HOBJ ends the quarter as Nate Allen
pleads with the ref to call it incomplete. “Listen man, my boss is gonna be
pissed when he finds out I let this happen again..”
Professional blog is professionally done.
Second
Two plays in, Eddie Royal continues storming towards
relevancy, turning a quick out into a touchdown.
10-3. Remember
those three good games Eddie Royal had his rookie year when everyone picked him
up in fantasy? Good times.
Shady’s back in. Vick goes deep to DeSean and hits him
perfectly if the field were about two feet wider than it is. Shady picks up the
first anyway.
Next play, Vick can’t decide whether he wants to pump-fake
blitzing Charger linebacker Jarret Johnson or throw it over him, so he decides
to just throw the ball at the ground instead, because sure, why not? It
fortunately rolls out of bounds before anyone on San Diego can grab it, but it
loses 11 yards, though it also diverts attention from Lane Johnson getting
flagged for being off the line of scrimmage at the snap. A sense of déjà vu
comes over me as I hear the familiar “Penalty on number 65, offense” ring
through my speakers. Where have I heard that before….?
"Beats me."
That play basically kills the drive, about as badly as
Jahleel Addae kills Bryce Brown on third down. This is the best video I could
find for it. I’d really rather not meet the person who filmed it.
Rivers and coach Mike McCoy begin the “bleed the play clock
and call a million audibles on every play” strategy on this drive, because Phil
Rivers is Peyton Manning now. The Eagles finally break up a pass, but it’s pass
interference on Cary Williams, so forget it.
Eagles eventually force a stop. DeMeco rips off HOBJ’s
helmet on third down, exposing his pale, goblin head to sunlight for the first
time in 18 months.
Not Nate Kaeding bangs another one home. 13-3.
The defense gets an abridged rest as Vick leads a swift
scoring drive. Two deep strikes to DeSean, a quick scramble, and an absolute
bullet into to the end zone to Football Mike Richards, who wrestles the ball
from Derek Cox like it was black suffrage. 13-10.
Literally every white guy on the team goes to celebrate with
him, plus Damaris Johnson, who I guess just doesn’t know any better.
Rivers keeps gashing the Eagle D over the middle with
Antonio Gates and Malcolm Floyd. Before the game, there was a lot of talk over
how the Eagles would defend Gates – use a safety? A linebacker? Maybe bracket
coverage? – and it seems like Billy Davis went with the more progressive “don’t
cover him at all” strategy for the most part. Brandon Boykin looks pretty good
defending a bomb to Vincent Brown at least.
Then, holding on No. 77 of the Chargers. Wait, who’s number…
YES! THE KING IS BACK! It’s weird not hearing him get
flagged for dumb penalties in his traditional No. 65, but it’s a reminder that,
with all the turmoil and change in today’s world, there are a few things you
can just always count on.
I’m going to have to work on the audio for this, but trust
me when I say, there’s a play at the 2:33 mark of the second quarter where Phil
Rivers yips like a dog being zapped with a taser when he snaps the ball. It’s
great. It’s easily the best part of this play.
Oh yeah, and Boykin tomahawk chops the ball out of Antonio
Gates’ arms as he tries to get into the end zone.
But really, this play is all about Rivers making a sound
like a smarting poodle. We all know this.
Marty Morhniweg sneaks onto the field and steals Pat
Shurmur’s headset. The offense goes three and out.
Rivers hits a streaking Malcolm Floyd on the right sideline,
then Cary Williams gets flagged for PI again. Overcome with joy, Ryan Mathews
celebrates in the traditional Fresno State way, by coating his hands and
forearms in three-day-old bacon grease. He coughs it up on the next play, and
Kendricks recovers.
Remember all those breaks the Racistnames caught last week?
Yeah, it's nice to get a couple of those, eh?
Vick sails a couple throws as he gets hit, but Shady picks
up the offense and moves them across midfield. Vick hits DeSean over the middle
to get within field goal range, and DeSean celebrates in the traditional Cal
way, by trying to pick a fight with the guy covering him.
Henery, distraught by either the fight or the fact that he’s the most European-looking guy from Nebraska ever, pushes the 46-yard kick
right. First miss of the year. Whatever. Rivers sits on it to end the half.
Third
Don’t even know what to say about Malcolm Floyd except for,
Jesus, man. Terrible.
After the extended timeout to cart Floyd off the field,
Rivers continues to do absolutely anything he wants, all while bleeding the
play clock down to 3 seconds on every play. Cary Williams gets called for PI
again, but his man catches the ball anyway.
Dipshit Ronnie Brown is still alive and has two somewhat
operating legs. Who’da thunk it?
On the last play of the drive, Davis drops eight Eagles back
into coverage, which is apparently not enough to keep Eddie Royal from being
wide the fuck open. Touchdown, Disco Bolts.
20-10. Cary
Williams continuing to follow up his strong performance against Washington with an absolutely horrific all-around game.
Next drive, Vick scrambles away from pressure and launches
one to DeSean…who lets it glance off his fingertips.
Bruuuuutal.
A few plays later, Vick finds DeSean for an
easy TD…except Lane Johnson didn’t line up on the line of scrimmage when the
play started, which is against the rules. Insufferable prick Phil Rivers even
knows this and starts waving his towel around to prove it.
God. The worst.
Eagles can’t pick up the first, so Henenenenenenery comes on
and knocks one in from 48. 20-13.
Lane Johnson slowly beginning to transform into King Dunlap.
Defense finally forces the Chargers to punt on a
three-and-out. Nice deflection by Boykin on a deep 3rd-down attempt.
Probably could have picked it off if he’d given it a shot.
Two plays into the next drive, Vick and DeSean roast
Shareece “Yep, I Was Born With This Name” Wright to the tune of 61 yards and a
TD. 20-20.
‘Bout time.
Defense heads out for another 25-minute Charger possession.
The great safety play continues as Patrick Chung gets nailed for defensive
holding. Any chance Blaine Bishop is still available?
The quarter ends with another HOBJ catch out of the
backfield and taking it up near midfield. It’s crunch time, baby.
Fourth
The Chargers keep on dinking and dunking, picking up about
73 third down conversions in the process. Rivers goes end-zone for Gates, but
Earl Wolff, aka Not Chung or Allen, breaks it up. Chargers settle for a field
goal a couple plays later, and it’s 23-20.
Vick hams it up to try and get a late hit call as he runs
out of bounds and gets bumped by Addae. Oh, Mikey, you sly dog.
Vick hits Avant, then overcomes a false start penalty with a
long toss to Ertz. After working down to 3rd and goal at the 2, the
offense runs the most unstoppable play in the goal line playbook: Vick rolls
left with the option to go short to Shady, go end-zone to Cooper, or run in for
the score himself. He goes with Plan C, and the Eagles have their first lead.
27-23. 7 minutes
left, which means only enough time for another 35 offensive drives per side.
Apparently, DeSean does something dumb that warrants a
15-yard penalty. Which makes sense, but since no cameras caught him doing it,
we have only his version of events, which certainly sounds like something he’d
do.
This actually turns out to be a big deal, because Fozzy Bear
Whittaker gets to return the kickoff from the 10 instead of taking a touchback
in his end zone. Colt Anderson knocks the ball out of his hands. It bounces
right to Henery, who slides but can’t come up with it (not very good at
handling balls). A bunch of Eagles and Chargers dive for the ball and can’t
recover, knocking it further and further into Eagles territory until Chargers
safety/special teams ace/some guy Darrell Stuckey scoops it up and rolls to the
Eagles 38.
It takes three minutes and seven plays for Eddie and the
Royals to make another appearance.
30-27. As so many
have said before, you can’t stop a talent like Eddie Royal; you can only hope
to contain him.
Turns out Royal got sprung on the screen by the King
himself, who finally found someone he can successfully block: Nate Allen.
I GOT 'IM, MA! I GOT 'IM!
Nice work, King. Good boy.
Vick’s first throw is a little behind Avant. For some
reason, this made me think how insane this offense would be if Maclin was
healthy. Man.
After the first throw, Vick looks sharp as a tack the next
few plays, quickly (perhaps too quickly) and efficiently (perhaps too
efficiently) moving things down the field. But on first and goal, Vick gets
absolutely wrecked by Jarius Wynn right after releasing the ball.
Vick has to leave the game for a play, according to DA
RULES…unless Chipper calls timeout and subs him back in after. Chip’s still
learning the ol rulebook, though, and puts in Nick “White Lightning” Foles for
one play, enough for Foles to overthrow DeSean in the end zone just before the
two-minute warning.
"Well guys, it's been real. See you in like three months."
Vick comes back in for third down, but his pass for Avant is
knocked away by Marcus Gilchrist on a play Cary Williams would surely have been
flagged for.
Henery’s kick goes left, then right, then left, then right,
then left, then right again before wiggling inside the left upright. Sheesh. 30-30, with 1:52 left for Prick Rivers
to play with.
"Mmm mmm mmm, I can almost taste the victory Subway I'm about to CRUSH, man. Gonna be CRUSHING some MAD Subway after this, dawg."
Antonio Gates. Remember him? Billy Davis doesn’t, because
there are still 0 people successfully defending him. I legitimately don’t know
if Gates is healthy and spry again, or if Davis put concrete knee braces on
each of his players before the game.
The D finally forces Rivers to throw a ball away, which
mostly just magnifies how little pressure they’ve gotten on Rivers to that
point. Strong showing by the San Diego O-line, but this was a frightening lack
of success by the Birds front seven.
HOBJ picks up a short third down in the flat. The Chargers
burn a timeout. HOBJ runs up the middle to center the kick for Not Nate
Kaeding…then Kelly calls timeout, because….um….uh…well…ahahahaha. This happens
two more times, allowing the Chargers to get closer and closer.
So let me level with you for a second. There are a lot of
things in this world I don’t understand. I don’t understand basic medical
science. I don’t get why the college kids who wander around Main Street think
they’re actually impervious to the damage that can be caused by my car
colliding with them. I can maybe name like four Supreme Court justices on a
good day.
But I don’t think I will ever understand why Chip Kelly decided
to use all his timeouts with 20 seconds left in a tie game and the Chargers on
the periphery of field goal range. Absolutely none. I know more about Clarence
Thomas than I know about that strategy. (To be fair, I probably know more about
Clarence Thomas than Clarence Thomas does)
Not Nate Kaeding lines up with 11 seconds left, and slides a
46-yarder inside the left upright. 33-30.
But remember, this is not excessive celebration. Not at all.
Squib kick, failed hook-and-ladder, and you can all go home
now.
Couple thoughts:
·This is kind of what you can expect from this
team this year. For the 20-25 seconds they were on the field, the offense
looked fantastic. The defense is simply...not good. One punt, two turnovers,
and a kneel down to end the first half were the only Charger drives that didn’t
result in points. And the San Diego offensive line manhandled any Eagle pass
rush and blitz.
·The “Shady McCoy for MVP” discussion can begin
right now.
·Phil Rivers looks like a completely different
football player from the past two seasons. He’s still human junk. Mike McCoy is your early Coach of the Year candidate.
·Michael Vick hasn’t looked this on-point since
2010. Which means, watch him turn it over a half dozen times Thursday night.
·Speaking of which, tomorrow night is Reid-McNabb-palooza.
Not gonna lie, there could be a tear shed here at the No Doubles Offense
household. Also, the Thursday night games are still the worst part of football
season.
Last year, I started this blog to dump all my Eagles
writing, but I quickly found my favorite part of the week was re-watching the
games and recapping them with a whole bunch of pictures and dumb jokes. Maybe
it was somewhat cathartic because last year’s team was so terrible. Maybe I
need to get some friends. But one way or another, I’m going to continue that
this season, starting with last Monday’s game in Washington.
Usually, I’ll preface these recaps with some little blurb,
but almost everything that could possibly happen in a football game happened in
this game, so for the sake of keeping your attention…
FIRST QUARTER
Damaris Johnson decides not to take the kickoff out from
eight yards deep, so that’s a start.
Vick strolls to the line, hits Football Michael Richards on
a six-yard hitch, and then, it’s off to the races. Sixteen seconds later, it’s
Celek down the seam for 28. DeSean breaks open a screen for 16 more.Shady picks up 6 on a draw. This takes
us all the way down to the…14-minute mark of the first quarter.
After missing Celek on a post drag and Shady picks up three
more, it’s 4th and 1 at the Washington 21. Kelly leaves the offense
in for a McCoy draw play that picks up the first down. We’re less than two
minutes into the Chip Kelly era and he is already all out of fucks to give.
Vick misses DeSean in the endzone, then Shady cuts a draw
play across the entire field to get inside the 5. Already looking naaaaaasty.
Then, less than three minutes into the game, the drive comes
to literally the worst possible end you can imagine. Remember last year’s Arizona game where the Eagles had the ball on the Cardinals’ goal line and
everyone (well, I) figured the worst thing that could happen was the Eagles run
out of time and fail to even get a field goal? And then Kerry Rhodes threw the
blindside Hit Stick on Vick and James Sanders ran it back 98 yards for a
Cardinals touchdown? Yeah, those were the salad days, all right.
Anyway, back to Monday, where in this case, surely the worst
thing that could happen would be that the Eagles somehow stall and end up with
just a field goal, right? Right?
Nope. Ryan Kerrigan decides to go all J.J. Watt on us and
swat Vick’s next pass. NO NO NO, NOT TODAY. Okay, no biggie, incomplete pass,
now it’s second and…hold on, where’s DeAngelo Hall going with the ball?
That arrogant dipshit. Doesn’t he know he’s gonna get a
delay of game pen-
This is a forward pass every day of the week plus GeoDay
(the new eighth day of the week where NFL refs get to pretend they’re experts
on parallel lines), but here’s why I wasn’t mad about it:
1. If they’d blown it dead, then it turned out to actually
be a backward pass and the quick whistle negated a Washington TD, how much
bitching and moaning would we here from their fans? This is the way refs should be handling these types of plays:
let it go and then look to see if it
should obviously be reversed, rather than blowing the play dead immediately and
basically cutting the recovering team’s chance of running the ball back short.
2. This was the absolute flukiest scenario that could’ve
closed out the opening drive. Odds of it happening again: zero in a
quadrazillion. This was the best the offense had looked in over two years, and
had it happened in either one of those years, it would’ve been absolutely
devastating because we all knew it would take at least another three games for
the Eagles to get that close to the end zone again. After that first drive
though….everyone knew something was different.
Case in point: the next drive, which starts with a 22-yard
catch-and-run from Vick to DeSean. D-Jax looks like a man ready to run a
marathon, far from the guy who was jogging through routes the past two years.
Maybe he’s looking for another contract to fund this sure-to-be-a-successrecord label.
McCoy and Bryce Brown push things forward, then Vick
misfires on a pair of passes to Avant and rookie tight end Zack “Ertz So Good”
Ertz. Ertz then fails to hold onto a 3rd-down catch with E.J Biggers
draped all over him.
Alex Henery goes out to kick the 48-yard field goal, but a
split second before the snap, Kelly pulls a Jason Garrett, freezing his own
kicker and challenging the incomplete call from the previous play. The
challenge is really dumb and the ruling on the field is “confirmed,” rather
than just “standing,” which is really a huge middle-finger to the challenging
coach. “Hey, we thought we were right before, but thanks to your dumbass
challenge, we’re SUPER right now!”
Henery bangs home another 48-yarder anyway because he’s an
automaton droid. 7-3.
RGIII finally gets to lead the Racistname offense onto the
field to a chorus of cheers. The first play is a handoff to Alfred Morris, who
immediately coughs it up after being hit by Trent Cole. Mychal Kendricks
recovers, and it’s Birds ball. Mike Shanahan begins scouting the sidelines for
crippled kids he could potentially put in at running back over Morris.
Vick gets a million years in the pocket on the next play and
makes them pay. DeSean in the back of the endzone. 10-7.
After two crummy Washington plays and a penalty, RGIII
throws to Santana Moss in triple coverage, because if there’s one guy you want
to count on to out-jump three defenders, it’s 80-year old, 4-foot-2 Santana
Moss. Brandon Boykin picks it off.
Eagles get backed up by a Jason Avant pass interference
penalty and Vick taking a sack. New not-awful punter Donnie Jones (we’ll miss
you, Chas Henry, and by that, I mean you suck) pins the Racistnames at the 5.
After Villanova grad Darrel Young drops a short pass on
first down (protip: if it’s not Brian Westbrook, you probably shouldn’t have
any Villanova football players on your team), RGIII and Morris screw up a pitch
play in their own end zone. Safety city. 12-7.
Eagles get ready for their fifth drive. There are just under five minutes
to go in the first quarter. Christ.
Vick scrambles for a first, but the drive bogs down and the
Eagles punt. By the way, this is what it looks like when everyone on the offensive line blows their
cut-blocks.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Racistnames run a couple plays to FINALLY get to the end of
the first quarter. Everybody take a deep breath.
Second
RGIII looks bad. No zip on any passes. Punt.
The Racistnames start coming up lame with “cramps,” as
learned in Master Thespian's School of “ACTING!” Tom Coughlin even thinks this is a bit much. The only guy on the Washington defense who maintains any sense of
pride is Kerrigan, who is a friggin’ animal and sacks Vick to end the drive.
Griffin and the offense go nowhere. Another punt.
Vick hits D-Jax on a crossing route to pick up a 3rd
down conversion. A step or two after Jackson gets out of bounds, DeAngelo Hall
gets his Roy Williams on and horse collars him to the ground. Flags everywhere.
DeSean goes after DeAngelo in return, but amazingly doesn’t get a flag. Yes, it
was a childish reaction, but he got pulled down on a late hit in a way that
legitimately could’ve ended his season. I’ll give him a pass this time.
Two plays later, Vick sells the play-action and zips one to
Celek, who bounces off one guy and strolls into the end zone. 19-7.
At this point, the Eagles have
run 22 pass plays and 22 rushing plays, and I need a glass of water and an
oxygen tank.
Three and out by the ‘Names, highlighted by a Cary Williams
sack on a corner blitz.
Shady and Bryce shoulder the load for the next drive,
gaining all but the last three yards of the drive. Those three go to Vick, who
rushes in on the option play. 26-7.
The Eagles are basically playing an entirely different sport than they were
last year.
The ‘Names take a bunch of penalties and basically give up
on the next drive. Halftime. Also, LeSean McCoy is already your league leader
in rushing yards. Chip Kelly has, for the time being, broken football.
THIRD
Well, it’s been like twenty minutes since the Racistnames
turned the ball over, so they’re due. Cary Williams extends for the pick
Damn.
Vick gets knocked out of bounds on the next play and takes
like half the Racistnames with him.
Next play, Shady gets jiggy with it. Good grief.
33-7. This is as good a time is any to remind you all that LeSean McCoy apparently says his last name to himself every time he
jukes a guy out. Everyone in a white shirt throwing blocks on this play, too. It’s a thing
of beauty.
This is when things get a little dicey. Emphasis on “a
little.” Griffin leads a pretty nice drive, picking apart the Eagle secondary.
The ‘Names get into Eagle territory for the first time all night, then advance
into the red zone, only to be slowed up by a DeMeco Ryans sack and a drop on 3rd
down.
Then Kai Forbath blows the field goal because FUCK you, Mike
Shanahan.
Shady comes out after a nice run on the next drive, and
everything goes to shit. Celek takes two penalties in one play, and an illegal
formation call backs the punt team up somewhere near the Botanical Gardens. Shady takes some time to get a good butt massage.
Finally, the Racistnames break through. Griffin completes a
few to Fred Davis, hits Garcon on a perfectly timed screen, and gives it to
Morris on a zone-read handoff in the red-zone. Paydirt.
33-14. Enjoy it
now before you get benched for some scrub in Week 8, Alfred.
Mike Tirico: “If the defense can come up with a big play
here, they’re not totally out of this one yet.” Two plays later, Jason Avant
fumbles. Go to hell, Mike Tirico.
Just get down, Jason. I mean, yeah, effort and hustle and extra yards and all that, but jeez, man.
A couple plays later, it’s Griffin tossing it to Leonard
Hankerson, who beats Jordan Poyer for six. Yep, it’s that time of the game when
Jordan Poyer is getting PT.
33-20, after the
‘Names blow the 2-point conversion.
Vick takes an option play for a 36-yard run, then comes up
gimpy after the tackle because Mike Vick is a reckless 5-year old boy with ADHD
who happens to be made of fine china.
Kelly’s offense doesn’t prove nearly as adept at bleeding
the clock. The drive ends with a punt.
Griffin starts completing every single throw. The defense
looks gassed, having been on the field a vast majority of the second half.
Jordan Poyer is still on the field a whole lot for some reason.
Eagles escape after a great deflection by Cary Williams on 4th
and 15, though, and the offense takes over on downs. If he’s going to play this
well all year (which I don’t think he will, but still), Cary Williams can miss
every voluntary training camp ever and he’d be okay in my book.
Vick and the offense run off some clock and force the ‘Names
to burn their timeouts. Moss takes a fair-catch punt at the 10 with 3:42 to go.
Certainly, with Washington out of timeouts, down by 2 touchdowns and with 90
yards between them and the end zone, the Eagles have done enough for their
defense, as in-flux as they are, to protect this lead even if they stay in the
prevent defense the entire time. Certainly!
“Not if I have anything to say about it!” – Patrick Chung.
33-27. Seriously,
are you kidding me, Patrick Chung? Who do you think you are, DIKEMBE
MUTO---okay, I’m done. Holy hell though, even Rahim Moore thinks Patrick Chung
mistimed that.
Racistnames boot the onsides kick right to Avant, who
bobbles it for just long enough for everyone to go into cardiac arrest.
Eventually, though, the refs give the ball to the Birds, and it’s ballgame.
wipes sweat off brow
OTHER NOTES:
--Mychal Kendricks
and Fletcher Cox looked great. Cox had two sacks and Kendricks racked up a ton
of tackles and the fumble recover. Would be really nice for Kendricks to become
the supremely athletic counterpart to DeMeco Ryans’ veteran savvy in the
middle.
--Even when the
Eagles were in the prevent for a big chunk of the second half, the ‘Names were
beating blitzes with well-timed short passes and screens. Still, the Eagles
still won the time of possession battle, 32:39 – 27:21.
--Shady looked
otherworldly, but I wouldn’t mind seeing a little more Bryce Brown and Chris
Polk in the second and third quarters to save his legs.
--I’m serious about
the Alfred Morris thing. Hear me now, believe me later, Roy Helu will be the
starting running back in Washington by Week 8. This is coming from someone who
has Alfred Morris on his fantasy team too, for what it’s worth.
--The San DiegoSuper Chargers (very important song in that link) roll into town for the home opener next week. No more Norv to
kick around, but at least we still get to watch Phil Rivers act like a baby
back bitch. And really, that’s almost better than a win.
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Enormous win.
Vick threw a bad pick across his body (again) that killed a red-zone drive. Otherwise, he looked brilliant. Led another strong last-minute drive.
Brent Celek is a man. Shady is still human jello.
Brandon Boykin and Michael Kendricks look great in coverage. DeMeco Ryans can do no wrong. Juan Castillo is actually calling some good defenses instead of screaming quotes from "300" into his headset all game.
John Harbaugh might miss next week's Ravens game due to concussion-like symptoms after he basically forgot about Ray Rice and the hurry-up offense for most of the second half.
Scab refs keep on scab reffin'.
Grounds crew is going to have a tough week cleaning Joe Flacco's tears off the turf.