I don’t know about you, but it feels as if we are just now emerging from Eagles Tunnel. It took a full two months to navigate and now it is time to come blinking back into the light, take a good look around, and figure out what the heck is going on elsewhere.
When the last toll booth is manned by a 295-pound leprechaun Mummer screaming for exact change, it is finally all right to find a safe exit ramp from the glorious madness.
The tunnel trip began, at least for me, on Dec. 10 in Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum when quarterback Carson Wentz tore up his knee, Nick Foles took over, and hope for the Eagles’ season went from a roaring fire to a small, flickering flame.